Up 1 (Feat. Lute)

Music and my money, only thing niggas aint taking from me
Strapped up, niggas out here acting funny
Moved from the hood now my life is sunny
Turned my pain into milk and honey

Though shit linger on my mind
I call my mama phone to tell her I’m fine
When deep down inside, I know that all could go wrong
No one to call, so I just vent in my songs
‘Cause no matter how I’m feeling that shit make for good music
You say you love me but that’s yet to be proven, shit
‘Cause like a orbit, gotta keep that shit moving
Took some loses, who got the time to be losing?
The city up one
Beat around the bush all this time, get some stuff done
All work, no play, nigga fuck fun we up one
Niggas yell respect, lame niggas never want none
All work, no play, fuck fun nigga we up one

Music and my money, only thing niggas aint taking from me
Strapped up, niggas out here acting funny
Moved from the hood now my life is sunny
Turned my pain into milk and honey

Through the galaxy
42 to infinity
I’m too high, need to anti-freeze
See my life through the window pane
Only real niggas can relate
Memories don’t fade away
(Yeah, yeah yeah)
(Memories)

Jack in the box, niggas they know that I’m hot
Deep in her throat, ‘cause of the verses I’ve wrote
Niggas they got tricks these days
When I’m a dog but a nigga never itch these days
To blast the pussy nigga back into a six foot grave
Loneliest hours are when I’m all by my self
When no one can help, scream at the top of my lungs
To see if God hear me, maybe know the pain that I felt
I need to find my groove (groove)
And you can dance with me if you come to

Music and my money, only thing niggas aint taking from me
Strapped up, niggas out here acting funny
Moved from the hood now my life is sunny
Turned my pain into milk and honey