Coming Up

To all you heavy sleepers I'm boutta wake y'all up Half these people talking, don't give a fuck Y'all is just salty, can't make it with luck Y'all are too fake I know you never tucked As my bars come down you finna get struck You just out here looking like a scrub I need my shit played up in the clubs I'm out here working you just filling cups Gonna make it on my own I'm coming up 25 lil' bitch that's one week Making sure that my brothers eat And you know they gotta pack that heat Bitch I'm swole, you looking weak Uh, I'm nasty on these beats But you could still call it neat Chasing bags, bitch I don't sleep Lil' hoes, I do not need Bitch, I'm just plotting the scheme You gon' end up in a stream Cash rules everything around me Man, now I got the method But they calling me the bastard In red, still don't fuck with the feds I got no time for no talking On the mic, I'm full-hulking Copping everything in bulk, man Tryna get some balmains, maybe even pinky rings I don't care about that, but I know one thing You know that I'm poppin', I gotta stay coppin' Got sauce, and extra toppings, I'll never be stopping I joined the game, but I'm rocking Y'all just dick-hopping I'm cleaning, and mopping Too much sauce, please stop it Blast off in a rocket, now, filling my pockets I won't be copping lockets Pussy boy best watch ya pockets When I run up don't say it shocked ya Now I got them screaming, "Doctor!" You no lion, meet the Fockers Don't fuck with me, might go bonkers I'm making my money longer Think you swole, but I am stronger Half these people talking, don't give a fuck Y'all is just salty, can't make it with luck Y'all are too fake I know you never tucked As my bars come down, you finna get struck You just out here looking like a scrub I need my shit played up in the clubs I'm out here working you just filling cups Gonna make it on my own I'm coming up Gonna make it on my own, I'm coming up Gonna make it on my own, I'm coming up Stay hating on me, no I don't give a fuck Got too much to do, numbers adding up I'm gonna make it on my own, I'm coming up Gonna make it on my own, I'm coming up Y'all are too fake I know never tucked As my bars come down, you finna get struck I'm consistently proving and improving I'll continue to lose it Recording shit like a movie Know I got people moving With my shooters looking for Judas A fool is too weak and stupid to come up to me, let's do this Was never a good student in schooling But I'm consuming this music Spit it on the mic and I'm ruling I'm making a movie, producing Bouta cop iced out Cubans Take over like Harry Truman I'm the conductor like I Tubman Pussy boi try go and to say something I dare you, I be trap jumping Half these people talking, don't give a fuck Y'all is just salty, can't make it with luck Y'all are too fake I know you never tucked As my bars come down, you finna get struck You just out here looking like a scrub I need my shit played up in the clubs I'm out here working you just filling cups Gonna make it on my own I'm coming up Gonna make it on my own, I'm coming up Gonna make it on my own, I'm coming up Stay hating on me, no I don't give a fuck Got too much to do, numbers adding up I'm gonna make it on my own, I'm coming up Gonna make it on my own, I'm coming up Y'all are too fake I know never tucked As my bars come down, you finna get struck