Ok We Up

Okay like
I think I made it spotlight
Boy I'm counting up a K feeling alright
New hit in the bag Issa raw night
I done made another shot boy I'm bullseyeing
So nice with the bitch but I'm two sided
Cross lines with the bitch boy I'm too honest
Been writing out hits like a good artist
I been feeling like-

What do you want bitch?
You want the money
Ain't even mad I got what I wanted
I knew it was coming
From the back of the back now shit is abundant
Said it really be abundant
Just glad I made this shit into something
Been mad just stop wit the assumptions

I ain't calling you back, prr, hello
Boy I'm feeling extra raw
Wasn't hitting me back then
Time really been passing on
You still trying to find a way back
Boy I'm way past
Wanting to go back dawg
Been getting a bag, Young Rickety Racks
Seen him never relax, I got them pissed off

Ok we up, dude
Been with the pen and the pad since a mufucking youngin' with it, start to figure it out
Run up the racks from just doin whatever I want to
This is what happens when you keep a legend in chains, boy I feel letting it out
4 years writing hits no clout

Ok like wrist on Cartier
Bitch on par yeah
Made it out the mufucking bottom of the bottom aye
Tell me what you gotta say
I remember I was struggling to get a fucking honor aye
Now I really got a lot to say
I write pages, only way I can meditate
They been hating bringing me down I elevate
Now I'm running up out of that
You still running
I'm running out of oh luck
Got me running
I'm running out of, hope
Got me running
Running out of love for you, got me running, oh

Fuck you, n' what you wanted
I just wanna live like, now I mufucking run shit
Tell my why you fucking with them drugs, I ain't on it (I'm back on my shit like)
I'm back on my run shit
Start up the race now
Money abundant, like

Young ass boy in the middle of a mufucking move, goddamn
Froze on gold link
Checking up a OG
Thinking that a mufucka' know me damn
I only be wit the baddest of bitches
The average of bitches don't know me damn
Reece be on mufucking go, goddamn
Freaky wit the mufucking flow goddamn
Scribble the pad shit!
The raps was a little mad gift from the magic
It be tragic
When I get to killing the masses
It's automatic, spitting turned the shit to a habit
Oh shit my flows is so flashy
Oh shit
Oh shit I done put them in hypnosis
Oh shit they be knowing that I goes in
Oh shit I was off the emotions, so I steadily was thinking like

What do you want bitch?
You want the money
Ain't even mad I got what I wanted
I knew it was coming
From the back of the back now shit is abundant
Said it really be abundant
Just glad I made this shit into something
Been mad just stop wit the assumptions

I ain't calling you back, prr, hello
Boy I'm feeling extra raw
Wasn't hitting me back then
Time really been passing on
You still trying to find a way back
Boy I'm way past
Wanting to go back dawg
Been getting a bag, Young Rickety Racks
Seen him never relax, I got them pissed off
Ok we up, dude