Up

I'm so sick
Don't got time
I'm getting rich
You ain't special
I got hoes all on my dick
I got bitches fighting
Like I'm Michael Vick
Bitch I ball like
Patrick Ewing on the knicks

Bitch I'm up
Bitch I'm up up

All black on like a spur
No small talking I'm an introvert
Hop up in that foreign, than I skurt
They was hating now they hit me for a verse

I been searching, looking
Can't find myself
All your love is fake
Yeah I can I tell
Doing all I can
All by myself
Can't find my way out of this hell

Yeah
I ball like I'm Giannis
Want it then I cop it
Want it so I got it
I don't need no hoes
Don't ride no for doughs
I'm moving slow mo

Lotta people round me they don't wanna see me up
All you haters goofy standing next to Donald Duck
If you see me out in public do not dab me up
I don't need your love cause I know that shit fake as fuck