Lift Yourself Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Was stressin' to avoid the bigger problems Was stressin' to avoid the bigger problems But, uh, yeah, huh, uh, uh Early mornin', stomach hurtin', had to— huh, yeah, huh-uh [Verse] Early mornin', stomach hurtin', had to get right Unc' off the wakeup, but tryna get white I be gettin' tight Like when I hit that one spot 'fore I say good night Hmm, let's say a prayer All them L's that I took, throw 'em in the air Only thing fair in life was welfare Huh, posted in the L, it was hell there She do nails, lashes, and sell hair OnlyFans soon, she done sold her food stamps Every day I wake up, that's a new chance Make some money if your song got a new dance TikTok puttin' the jits in a new trance I go crazy in that coochie just like Ye on Twitter They all say you crazy when you just a lil' different They all say I changed, I just got a lil' bigger Huh, still that same lil' stupid-ass jitterbug I don't talk about too much Feel like Ray Allen, they done subbed me in and I done clutched Playin' with my L's, Moe slap you in your muppy I'm the only cracker that'll piss off Uncle Ruckus I got BBL bitches showin' me they asscrack You were poppin' it on the 'Gram, now you tryna act flat I just pulled up with this four-nick', make you run a four-flat G-lock on me, all black like Kodak Yeah, huh-huh-huh, Balenciaga boot Huh-huh-huh-huh, this bitch match the Prada too All black, if you run up, then the chopper hit caboose Huh, chopper hittin' your caboose It go whoop, hit the scoop-di-whoop-di-whoop-scoop I just pulled up with this Glock, it blowin' like a flute If you run up on the gang, the chopper hit your tooth Whoop, huh, woo-whoop, a whoop-scoop I got— [Interlude] Yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh I ain't done yet, huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh I ain't, huh You know I ain't done yet You know I'm finna— You know we finna loop the fuckin' beat, I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, yeah That ain't fuck nothin' up, did it? Huh, huh, huh [Verse 2] Yeah, then I went back to the jugg This shit ain't nothin', I'm finna go back to the plug A thousand-some short on the backend Count it right there so I don't gotta go back to the plug Codeine res' on the back of my slugs 15K for the couch, I'm slumped Made a hundred times what you did this year in a month With no fronts, hmm Bagged up a hundred-some times this week, huh Like a young cracker got ten kids to feed, huh At the store, daydreamin' 'bout a robbery All color pills, but this money ain't Monopoly, huh, huh The switch may leave him Swiss cheese The switch may leave him Swiss cheese The switch may leave him Swiss cheese The switch may leave him Swiss cheese [Interlude] Alright, lift yourself up, come on now Yeah, yeah, yeah, lift yourself, uh-huh, yeah Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, lift your— huh, huh, huh Come on, everybody out there, yeah, huh, huh, huh Yeah, huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Listen to this beautiful-ass beat, just listen to it, yeah Alright, now I'm finna rap, alright, yeah [Verse 3] Yeah, huh, I hate when people actin' stingy, boy, I feel like Hitler They say don't take the Percs with X, that's what I feel like mixin' Six or B? Smokin' both of 'em, who I feel like dissin'? I hate when people actin' stingy, boy, I feel like Kanye We got magazines on just like Time, baby Beat an opp with a Glock like Gervonta Davis White boy smokin' a white, boy, and gettin' a lot of paper I don't need no white bitch, but they alright, I am not a racist Huh, long live Tec, I'm totin' a TEC 'til I see bro Long live Tec, totin' a TEC like some free throws Bitch starin' at me and her eyes sayin', "Free throat" Seven bands for the jeans, rock 'em with a mink coat Long live Tiger, boy, I'm still in the zoo with him Still talk to Tiger, I ain't talkin' 'bout Doctor Dolittle (Yeah) Your ass need to talk less 'cause you do little (Bitch) I done shitted on they ass like some new litter I bought my bitch a purple Glock with some blue glitter Ran up a lot of cheese, know that I'm a blue getter Huh, I done went Amiri on 'em, blue sweater Rolls-Royce Phantom came with the blue leather Huh, Piccadilly hot sauces with the hot Cheetos Caught him at the Shell, wrapped him up just like burrito She eat the meat up off the bone, little bitch a freak ho (Put ma on the OnlyFans, give them folks a freak show)