Next Up (feat. D'One)

Speedin' in the whip on the M' way Peng-ting calling me sensei kung-Fu Kick that pack then I get paid Got them reciting my lines like an essay What did you say? Just jumped in the Addison Lee and the music's up too loud Let me hear studio bill up a big fat Ting then my mind is up in the clouds And I tell em' again, them boys them ain't my friends Them boys just wanna' be men Were cut from a different cloth When I do flips make prof; Taking flights to 'Dam with my Migos, call it, take off My girl keeps calling my line, saying I have no time Girl cus' i'm always busy, out ere' tryna get lizzy On a paper chase for a milli, Now i'm flowing like AJ tizzy Let me stop that, I'm so minus 20 degrees Got left in the dark on the cold, where the dogs at? Ring, Ring, they got my tech line, Its my Y-G on the line with shape and he's like D'One big bro can you cop that? Yeah man I got that Stay clear from the fakes and phonies, man I hate liars And if you just tuned in, I'm D'One star of the movie like Mike Myers I've got a set hat, brown ting' with a big back now tryna' seduce me Had to borrow Headie's flow No these bitches keep moving so loosely You can give me any beat, any flow, any tempo That shit is getting extinct, Them man put no effort in and they think They're still there getting their drink, drink In my element like zinc, Blow endo till my eyes turn pink, pink If I take 2 steps back for a major, Come back don't think that I fell off You're the side-ting, plantain with joloff Out ere' get well off, who said D'one fell off? My line you can't bell off, She's got trust issues that she can't shed off Can't rely on me, I've got trust issues that I can't shed off Can't rely on you, Don't abide by rules Where would they go? Where would they go if things got dark if I had No path, no places to turn only back to the start? Yeah I know them guys would laugh They probably think it's funny But now i make music and money, got this hunger in my tummy I stay juggin' it's my hobby All for my team, all for my family I'd die for Your savings, your workings and try more I know a bredda he'd lost it all, hit the trap and now he got peng raw And all he wanted was a millie, wanted work to move faster Put his trust in little Jimmy and Little Jimmy didn't know what he put himself into Feds were on him in a flash, he got caught with white packs, Now he's chillin' in a cell, he hopes they really don't do him dirty He's only 16, Might go jail when he's mid-teens Abide by the code of no snitching, they look at him like a criminal Really though Little Jimmy's just a Victim, Little Jimmy's just a victim Product of his own environment, Fed up of mommy coming home seeing letters of eviction Only knows trap role models and pitching Little Jimmy's just a victim