Fuckin It Up
Gil
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You know, we know Fake shows, fake hoes man We ain't fucking with those Woah, woah, woah Wake up, yeah, top of the morning I'm done with the mourning Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up Haters is clowns in my circus Yeah like a meniscus You know that I'm tearing it up Making the waves in my city The water is frisky Like hose, yeah I'm wetting it up Homie I'm fucking it up Guessing it, what? Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up Ain't selling beliefs for endorsements These people were dormant But now I am waking them up Baking and getting the cake Yeah it's thirty, on forty, on fifty I'm counting it up Winning can come with a doubt So my mother and father are scared That I'll take it too far Promise I won't f*ck it up People ain't ready Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up People are claiming democracy But I still struggle with finding my freedom of speech Half of my words, against policy Cancelling warriors are present and trying to reach That's what I'm calling hypocrisy What twisted prophecy people applying to teach? F*ck the trouble, f*ck your muzzle, leave you puzzled 'Cause little homie, it is what it is Coming in heavy like I've eaten plenty These people be petty, they carrying envy Approaching me steady, don't try me, I'm ready Straight into the cut, bitch I come with machetes Yes, I'm carrying faith, carrying faith Yes, I'm counting on fate, counting on fate Bitch, I'm flying away, flying away So get the f*ck out my face bitch New age don't come with the basics Come with a thing I call facelift Yeah, yeah, yeah We see a bag and we chase it Old age, I hope they embrace it Yeah, yeah, yeah Spray like a chopper from Columbine If a foe touch me, I'ma sting him like a porcupine Most them people snakes, slither round They got no spine, sublime Homie don't rush me 'cause it take time Wake up, yeah, top of the morning I'm done with the mourning Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up Haters is clowns in my circus Yeah like a meniscus You know that I'm tearing it up Making the waves in my city The water is frisky Like hose, yeah I'm wetting it up Homie I'm fucking it up Guessing it, what? Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up Ain't selling beliefs for endorsements These people were dormant But now I am waking them up Baking and getting the cake Yeah it's 30, on 40, on 50 I'm counting it up Winning can come with a doubt So my mother and father are scared That I'll take it too far Promise I won't f*ck it up People ain't ready Little bitch, yeah I'm fucking it up Awe shit man MRE in this bitch man F*ck is you talking about? Man, f*ck do you mean? Money rules everything bro, remember the name 'Cause we out here man We're in this bitch, never stopping F*ck, fucking it up, aye
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