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Give it up, fuck it up, makin' choices
Get the report when the game's fuckin' over
I'ma getting up when the shit coming closer
Lookin' like a cold 32 with a bruise
No limit, runnin' to the edge find a way
Aesthetic, makin' lot effort for the 'Gram
Everybody tryna role-play all these
Persona the don't fucking have, yeah

Fuck it up, kiddos live it up
Give it, fuck it, next
Give it, give it up, fuck it up, next (next)
Give it, fuck it, next
Give it up, fuck it up, next (yeah)
Get done go to the next round
Make one then I make guap
Get done go to the next round
Make one then I make guap

Clock turning 10 PM, good morning it's a new day
Sip a cup of water, better prevent firefighters
Oh shit, nowadays people changing
Yeah, it's life, everything always ballin'
Do nothing in the ring means
Letting them stepping for free on your skin
I just wanna take a break

Get lost in the jungle
Our home ain't no temple
Go broke find a color, no shit is forever
There's no a tomorrow, all now
J.I.D, S.I.K, mothefuckin' C.O.R.D.A.E
One day gonna take a dinner with these real OGs
I'ma do me and wait until shits get real

Give it up, fuck it up, makin' choices
Get the report when the game's fuckin' over
I'ma getting up when the shit coming closer
Lookin' like a cold 32 with a bruise
No limit, runnin' to the edge find a way
Aesthetic, makin' lot effort for the 'Gram
Everybody tryna role-play all these
Persona the don't fucking have, yeah

Fuck it up, kiddos live it up
Give it, fuck it, next
Give it, give it up, fuck it up, next (yeah)
Give it, fuck it, next (yeah)
Give it up, fuck it up, next
Get done go to the next round
Make one then I make guap
Get done go to the next round
Make one then I make guap

Molly other shit I ain't need no nothing
Enjoy the fear and the tension I living negative
Live in the city, run run then stop
Let's have some cups of coffees
I've been into writing lately (yeah)
Here I wrote a little poetry (yeah)

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked
If Peter Piper picked a peck of picked peppers
Should I worry 'bout these mumble rappers?

I been thinking more than I living
Money looking matter most doesn't make a living
Queue for a gate nobody never ever gonna make it
Waiting for the dust
"Yo, bitch what you want? You be dreaming"

Give it up, fuck it up, makin' choices
Get the report when the game's fuckin' over
I'ma getting up when the shit coming closer
Lookin' like a cold 32 with a bruise
No limit, runnin' to the edge find a way
Aesthetic, makin' lot effort for the 'Gram
Everybody tryna role-play all these
Persona the don't fucking have, yeah
Fuck it up, kiddos live it up