Ups And Downs

I'm fed up I ain't got no more energy to give these old bitch-ass niggas You heard me These niggas build fake cases Here, take the money since you feel like it's better than my friendship, you heard me I'm pressure Verse 1 God, forgive me for my sins I should've built a house of worship, I went bought a Benz I lost On whom should I depend My Muslim brother lied about me bad Uh Said I got with Mark and did a deal behind his back My heart, I've been stabbed Ooh, here's a hundred grand Yeah When you run through that, make sure you remember who I am Partners pocket-watchin' make me hate to rock my watches Bling, blaow Just because we partners don't mean that your hand go in my pockets Bling, blaow Go put the opps on my spots when you gossip 'bout me Bitch I'm out my body, nigga, try me, booka-booka-blaow me Bitch Step outside the room and you wishin' the walls could talk I do Surrounded by these dues, but you feelin' like somethin' off I knew You know you love your bitch, but you need a lil' more excitement You like to do the shit that could probably get you indicted Cold slut from off of Highland, shovin' dick in her body Ooh In the trap with a strap while you juugin' narcotics Chorus Ups and downs, fell off a lot, and then I came up Ooh Since a child, they been tryna get my brains bust I made mistakes, to God, I pray I never changed up They sit in barber shops and try to fuck my name up Pussy Take the energy they deal and keep it pushin' Don't need to tell a pussy, You not pussy, niggas pussy Take the energy they deal and keep it pushin' Yeah Don't need to tell a pussy, You not pussy, niggas pussy Pussy Verse 2 Ups and downs, fell off a lot, and then I came up Up Got my chain jumpin', jumped inside a Range truck Black on black, my F-250, you can't see the emblems Windows tinted, slip through in it, you can't see who in it Peek-a-boo Change perspective, life a blessing, I'm just reminiscin' For real Last year, I would've blew my brains out at any minute Shout out to the ugly hoes, love it when I floss Shout out All of them a loss, caught up in a tug of war Damn People I have helped, they want bullets in my dome Grr God prepared the table for me, cut from a different cloth Man down Cut up, it's gon' cost, get him, get stripes for a junkie Uh-uh Flunkies payin' flunkies to go and murder a flunky You know you reap what you sow and that shit cold That shit cold Knew the burners was on, I just had to touch the stove Shit When you go inside the freezer, ice cubes smell like cologne That mean someone was at your house when you was not at home, yeah Outro Man, I swear to God You get out of line, I'ma put your ante up, you heard me Know what I'm saying, nigga And y'all done been around me, y'all done been in a car with me Love my swag, love how I talk Mannerisms, demeanor, everything Yeah, man Come on, y'all know I keep that godfather in full effect I pull up solo by myself I'll put you up in this bitch, man Come on, man, niggas just be talkin' dick