The Re-Up Lyrics

Alright kid, keep the jab in his face

Keep sticking and moving

Once he commits, you land the combination

And get out of there

You got this one!

Ding Ding

I want peace in all of the land but not no world peace

Ron Artest if I hit a fan it might just sell seats

Ron Artest I done hit a fan was going real deep

But I don't trust nobody nigga philly shell d

I'm on 10 jabbin' and weavin' when the bell ring

Drive through to heaven overly packed and they don't sell wings

Niggas that's broke is so optimistic to what hell brings

Niggas that's woke is contradictive tryna sell dreams

I don't be on it i'm cruising

Nina with me I don't need friends ride with the shooter

They say it's lonely at the top but when you at the bottom

People only wanna kick it if you say you got em'

I guess I got trust issues

the type of shit that make ya blood cripple, the love in you

But I don't feel it family say I'm acting different

I been hurt too many times I need a minute

Give me a minute

I been grinding so hard need a breather

Little island vacay with my feet up

Bring that hollywood strain that sativa

Come and holla at the boy for the re-up

I been fire so long got a fever

Putting numbers on the board like a beeper

Say she want that old thang I believe her

Come and holla at ya boy for the re-up

The Re-up, The Re-up

Come and holla at ya boy for the re-up

The Re-up, The Re-up

Come and holla at ya boy for the re-up

No coming back all he left us was his twitter log

Family ain't eating now they drowning in that bitter fog

Better take ya best shot, before you hit the next stop

Highway to heaven at the rest stop, real shit

You gotta give all that you got while you still breathin'

Too many players not on the roster the next season

One life to live I was only tryna get the shoes

Just to get the women yo my nigga what you tryna prove

Can't have it all gotta figure what you tryna lose

Fighting for success you gotta find out what it is to you

Bobbin' and weavin' like Iron Mike

Super star look up in the sky I'm O'Ryan height

Got the belt with check hook, that's the chorus and the checkbook

Dollar and a dream take the drive like I'm Westbrook

Boy I do it major, I don't page her she a text books

Wonder why I'm leavin' so she acting like she greivin'

Did you wrong, you did me wrong thought we was even

We been here too long girl what's the reason

If it was meant to be then it would be don't tell me to keep believin'

Then promote my back up the next season, damn

I guess I got trust issues

The type of shit that make ya blood cripple, the love in you

But I don't feel it, family say I'm acting different

I been hurt too many times I need a minute, give me a minute

I been grinding so hard need a breather

Little island vacay with my feet up

Bring that hollywood strain that sativa

Come and holla at the boy for the re-up

I been fire so long got a fever

Putting numbers on the board like a beeper

Say she want that old thang I believe her

Come and holla at ya boy for the re-up

The Re-up, The Re-up

Come and holla at ya boy for the re-up

The Re-up, The Re-up

Come and holla at ya boy for the re-up

Used to slide through hit it all night long

Silhouette challenge with the strobe lights on

Take ya shoes off make it feel like home

Pose for the gram get ya still life on

Yea this the re-up, the re-up

It's been a long day kick ya feet up, ya feet up

Wondering if you gone ever free up, to meet up

But you already left me on read once, you see love

It's lust