Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
1up Tee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrance Brantley
Songwriter
Devon Clark
Songwriter
Brandon Foreman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Devon Clark
Recording Engineer
Von Classic
Producer
B4 Man
Producer
Triggmixedit
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Everybody treatin' me like I'm a walkin' ticket
I want real love around, that shit don't cost a penny
Tryin' to play it like you with me, that shit all a gimmick
I hop out tossin' for my ****, you wouldn't toss a nickel
These **** ain't ballin' really, that shit all an image
That bitch thought I wasn't gon' leave and she done lost a ****
That bitch thought I couldn't ball, now I'm a Boston Celtic
Label used to offer petty, now they talkin' better
I'm out here pressin' every day, like no excuses
Better watch that bitch you call your bitch, that ho will use you
I be actin' like I'm happy, but for real, I'm goin' through it
I trust people that I shouldn't, in the end, I know I'm stupid
If you only knew, if you only knew
Tryin' to make it without dyin', man, my baby only two
All these **** know is hoop, all these **** know is shoot
All that trappin' trap your mind, man, I hope you know the truth
I get into with my bitch, get into it with my momma
I tell 'em that they just alike, they bring me the same drama
Man, these **** can't try me even if Lil Daj by me
'Cause they know I got some **** that'll go insane 'bout me
I'm a five mile pirate, bitch, I ride 'round with strikers
Man, this shit so weird, my lil' bitch dropped out college
Can't put me in check, bitch, you is not my momma
I been through so much shit, but ****, I'm not stoppin'
[Verse 2]
****, this that sick talk, let me vent talk
Your mans broke and you rich, ****, that ain't his fault
If I was him, eat, eat, you sweeter than some Biscoff
Don't come around with all that dick suckin', ****, get lost
I could be in the club, I'm in this bitch with Von Classy
I'm tryin' to pass the ball, you playin' games like John Madden
His baby goin' crazy, know that make my pops happy
Never gave a fuck, nine times out of ten, bitch, I'm laughin'
I might smile a lot, but I ain't never played with no ****
In the stu' sick as fuck, my nose sniffy
Back then they ain't believe me, so I had to show ****
Now these **** think I'm prolific like I know Nipsey
Fenkell and Evergreen the hood, man, not the exact block
They grew up in flat rocks, we grew up with crack rock
I ain't feel no love at home, went to school and act out
Used to wish that I could vent, now that's what I rap 'bout
No cap, ****
[Outro]
You ever been hurt, ****, fuck bein' broke, ****
You ever been hurt, ****, just hurt?
Feel me
Had nobody to talk to, nobody to vent to
****, I went to the mic, ****
Fuck you
I'm doin' everything I wished I could, ****
****, everything you thought I wouldn't
1Up shit
Written by: Brandon Foreman, Devon Clark, Terrance Brantley


