Too Cups

R.I.P. to my big brother Two

Two Cups

We the realest **** 'round here

Reporting live from the pole where it's cold

If you ain't from the pole where it's cold

Don't come down here

Just come 'round here, get found here

Another body turns his mama smile to a frown here

Ha, I'm gettin' tired of this lifestyle

That thirty with me, ain't nobody tryna fight now

Applying pressure, not a **** up in sight now

Up the pipe on 'em, make a goofy **** pipe down

That ice on me bling blaow, they be like wow

It's time to turn up, ****, no more mister nice guy

I don't pop molly really, but today, I might try

They took my big brother Mensa, I'm thinking like why?

Was it the money, was it the cars?

Was it the way he was stunting?

Was he flexing too hard?

Was it the way he was finessing?

Tryna stack or starve

'Cause every time you see a ****

Wanna hear some bars

Like Pap, you go, harder than Piranha, yo

Father, yo mama, yo mom, mama never knew my pop

Father was one of the only ****

Condoning in my drama

So if you gon' smoke for me

I want you to pour for me out, too

For my big brother Two

'Cause, man, that **** had the juice

They lookin' at me like shoot

I'm lookin' at 'em like, who?

The fuck you think I'm finna do?

You think I'm finna stop now?

Boy, hell nah, I'm gonna blow

'Cause he'd've did the same for me

I do the same shit for bro

I catch a opp and I'ma score

'Cause **** know and bitches know

When I'm rollin' through my city, ****

All I see is crime

Everybody saying they know me, everybody lying

And ain't nobody lane checkin', everybody drivin'

And everybody poled up, so everybody firing

Better get a gun, boy, they say PBG them ****

They ain't fit for none, I keep it on me

On my homie, I ain't finna run

Concealed up in my Gucci belt

I tuck the biggest gun

So if a **** run up on me, I'ma get him done

My flow tighter than virgin vagina

I'm tellin' them I'ma make it, they lookin' like no, liar

I'm leanin' just like a cholo

Ain't talkin' 'bout flow

Runnin' these rappin' ****

It's sweet, I'm just feigning for more

Cider from the city, the murder capital

Everybody know 'bout

Money or starve

I can't go without

And they got the nerve to tell me I'ma motor mouth

But all this shit I rap about my team

And them will go about

So I'ma ball harder till the day that I get slaughtered

And shoutout to them hittas that be still thuggin' on Lawrence

And ****, I ain't stopping till the day I'm in the coffin

And my shoulder say pink dolphin

Hoes up on me, get 'em off me now

I can look in your eyes and tell you fake, homie

Fucking his main bitches, 'posed to be your main homie

It been them same ten-year **** that done changed on me

Boy, you must be talking to the jakes

You acting strange, homie

Where the trust at, where the love at?

I give up all of my money to get Two Cups back

I need some dope, I need some bud, where's bud at?

No swimming pool full of liquor, where the flood at?

He first hit 'em, look at the camera and there go Mensa

Say **** know he point his fingers like they gon' remember

I take ring off, he gettin' money right off my dinner

Just to let bro know

I remember that day in December, too

They took my big brother Two

'Cause man, that **** had the juice

They looking at me like, shoot

I'm lookin' at 'em like, who?

The fuck you think I'm finna do?

You think I'm finna stop now?

Boy, hell naw, I'm gonna blow

'Cause he'd've did the same for me

I do the same shit for bro

I catch a deli and it's score

'Cause **** know and bitches know

You gon' remember for life