I wanna know what’s up? Can you Tell me? (what’s up)
Can you tell me what’s up? (what’s up) How does it feel to a real one when you down on your luck, when you feel like you failing you just don’t give a fuck? I take my chances in these streets. Cuz I’m tryna double it up. Now dis Money keep calling bitch I can’t get enough.
All This money keep on coming bitch I can’t give it up. (UP)
What do I look like? Fuckin wit you. You just a square ass bitch wit nothin to lose. I can be caught up with you bitches. (Bitches) Ain’t got a dollar for you bitches. (Bitches) I’m tryna get rich before the shit hits the fan, I gotta hustle hard bitch cause It’s just me and my man. It’s grater days ahead we gotta stick to the plan.
Tell me what’s up tho?(Whats Up tho) Why these weird ass bitches gotta problem foe? All that hate up in yo heart you need to let it go.( U bitches miserable.)
I gotta stay up on my grind we get this shit goin, taking care of my family in these streets is all a real nicka knowing. Ain’t got no time to waste getting caught up with you bitches. Can’t keep up with yo bills paid, shit you barely wash your dishes.
All it takes is one wrong move and yo ass is out the game, keep yo head the swivel man and stay in ya lane. It’s Yanna Baby bitch (it’s Yanna baby) Mane I thought you knew, I can’t be caught up in yo drama, bullshittin wit you. Keep a level head and be about yo biz, if your a mother or a father please take care of your kids.
This just some real nicka shit man & I can’t lie, I just lost my big brother all I do is cry. But I gots to stay strong, and keep moving on, lord knows I wasn’t ready for my brother to die. But let’s ride we gone keep this shit goin for you, (For you) You was a real nicka brother and that’s all that you knew. This shit hurt right now but I gotta let you fly, I know u watching over all of us in the sky (sky)
Damn right my Nicka this all I know! That why I gotta stay up on my grind, get out here n get it fa show. Late night early mornings sun touchin my face. Stay down, be humble bitch and stay in your place. Cuz this life here ain’t promised to no one, we tryna stay in this race. You still gotta life to live, sometimes we keep like life is rigged. This just that real nicka shit mane (what) is you fuckin wit it or not ? Stack paper to the ceiling you either wit it or not. Throw up ya set, stay mobbie with ya foot on they necks. But you can bet your bottom dollar ima get my respect.
Cus this shit ain’t over baby. (Baby !)
We still standing on big business, why an ass hatin hoe always stay in her feelings? I’m tryna run it up, bitch we talkin billions. Bitch How u feeling?
(This shit ain’t over wit) Bitch we still winning. We outside and we thuggin baby, shit we stay grinning. It’s all about the hustle baby. (Hustle bay) We just too busy livin. & I love it (I love it)
