The Start Up Lyrics

Been in my bag like I'm s'posed to

Carry the weight of the whole crew

Nothing I possibly owe you

Eyes on me when I stroll through

She feeling risky like hoes do

I'm finna blow through the whole room

I eat the pussy like soul food

Must've mistaked me for ole dude

Roll through the city like Joe do

Quit telling me crimes that your bro do

He said it I hope he can show to

We work on our craft and we spark a lot

Y'all taking pics in the parking lot

I sat on the bench for a minute to get it

Got better and earned me a starting spot

I ain't just with it at night lil nigga

We really don't care if it's dark or not

My idols been hurting my heart a lot

My fear just be making it hard to plot

Hard to break out like an otter box

Death finna bring me the hottest box

Puffy and Biggie ran shit in the 90's

Now me and my niggas want all the guap

Fuck I look like with an Audemar?

Whipping and switching in different cars

Women be itching got different broads

Crazy I might not be here tomorrow

Loving today and I fear tomorrow

I never know when my demons call

I'm on the edge of the meanest fall

Niggas young but I promise we seen it all

Just getting started

I got some dearly departed

I don't do the talking

I put the pressure where heart is

'Cause I come the hardest

I ain't like no regular artist

Don't waste my time with the nonsense

Or typical topics

She like what she see so she popping

Calling me papa

Don't mean ima offer

You nada

These bitches be part of the problem

But

Been in my bag like I'm s'posed to

Carry the weight of the whole crew

Nothing I possibly owe you

Eyes on me when I stroll through

She feeling risky like hoes do

I'm finna blow through the whole room

I eat the pussy like soul food

And I gotta bib on

I need a milli in cash

And a baddie to flip on

Bong just to rip on

Burning my lungs

Boy it's gotta be sum in these rillos

Life should be simple

Come to the party with bitches

They ain't get the memo

My dawg be ready to fight any stranger

That's looking his way

So he stay in the kennel

We was so little

(Huh)

Ricio told me to rap we would search instrumentals

Ever since then I been up hitting beats late at night

While they already hitting the pillow

I use the whip as rental

I use the room as a booth

Now I'm just letting it loose

Niggas don't know what to do

I got too much to prove

And got to much to lose

So I

Been in my bag like I'm s'posed to

Carry the weight of the whole crew

Nothing I possibly owe you

Eyes on me when I stroll through

She feeling risky like hoes do

I'm finna blow through the whole room

I eat the pussy like soul food