Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I’m Up, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Date of issue: 09.09.2020
Song language: English
I’m Up |
| Plain jane, I feel special |
| Fuck officials, finish steppin' |
| I know that’s gon' make it better |
| These niggas just talk like killers |
| All-out war with my hitters |
| I think somethin', we step on shit |
| It’s all about what I figure |
| I ain’t take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I’ma put one in |
| When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens |
| Who gon' protect me? |
| I’m the protector of all my friends |
| How the fuck you with me? |
| You playin' detective, you ain’t my twin |
| I’ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in |
| Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain’t the same |
| We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain |
| I don’t want you neither or your friend, y’all don’t understand the pain |
| Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can’t waste my time |
| 'Cause now I’m up and they know it |
| Ain’t gotta picture me rollin' |
| 'Cause when they see me, it’s on me |
| It could turn out bad or turn out good |
| But I’m still thuggin', throwin' up my hood |
| And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them |
| Leave homicide to find them |
| Still ain’t got my mind made up |
| Mask up before we blind him |
| Keep actin' like he five and I’m gon' dime him |
| Ten after ten, must I remind him? |
| Who gon' supply me? |
| I’m the supplier of all my friends |
| With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I’m locked in the pen'? |
| He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in |
| Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend |
| My cup the devil, brand-new bezel |
| Plain jane, I feel special |
| Fuck officials, finish steppin' |
| I know that’s gon' make it better |
| These niggas just talk like killers |
| All-out war with my hitters |
| I think somethin', we step on shit |
| It’s all about what I figure |
| We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain |
| I don’t want you neither or your friend, y’all don’t understand the pain |
| Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can’t waste my time |
| 'Cause now I’m up and they know it |
| Ain’t gotta picture me rollin' |
| 'Cause when they see me, it’s on me |
| It could turn out bad or turn out good |
| But I’m still thuggin', throwin' up my hood |
| And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them |
| Mask up before we blind him |