Testo I'm Up - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Testo della canzone I'm Up (YoungBoy Never Broke Again), tratta dall'album Top

Might cut the devil, brand new bezel
Plain Jane I feel special
Fuck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas is talk like killas
All out war, 'bout my niggas
I think somethin' we step on shit, it's all about what I figure
I ain't takin' nothin' off for I
Take somethin' back, I'm gon' put one in
When that drink came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the fuck you with me? you playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'm gon' flood you with bags soon as that pack get drop right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same
We miss, gon' double back to make sure, bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend
Y'all don't understand the pain
Or the life of a slime mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it, ain't got to picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me it's on me
It could turn out bad could turn out good
But still thuggin' throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet we gonna slide through them
Leave homicide to find them
I still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five, and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him
Who gon' supply me I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen
He was on the cocky shit I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend
Might cut the devil, brand new bezel
Plain Jane I feel special
Fuck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killas
All out war 'bout my niggas
I think somethin' we step on shit, it's all about what I figure
We miss, gon' double back to make sure, bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend
Y'all don't understand the pain
Or the life of a slime mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it, ain't got to picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me it's on me
It could turn out bad could turn out good
But I'm still thuggin' throwin' up my hood
And whenever we meet we gon' slide thru them
Mask up before we blind him



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Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Kentrell Gaulden, Aaron Selva
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