Sh1i - Cups, Pt. 2

Taking these drugs don’t be enough
I been using hardcore ain’t easing up
Hey
Taking these drugs don’t be enough
Need a couple more cups to feel the rush
And this life so hard ain’t easing up
Nigga what you know about wanting to give it up
Whacchu kno about being on the edge, all them problems in ya head, keep you up When you tryna go to bed
What you know about being from the bottom of the bottom
They don’t wanna see me up they would rather see a young nigga dead
I ain’t fighting no more demons had to shoot them niggas dead
Let the chips fall while I’m stacking up my bread
Don’t remember how to love must’ve fallen on my head
Got a Chris brown feeling she gon take it to the head
Going to to top bitch I got it on the plot
Wanted you to be right by my side but you not
Can’t be thinking bout nobody else but myself
Started moving selfish I ain’t giving up the spot
And I had to go and focus on myself
Tryna get that audemar to add on my wealth
Ima singer I don’t play guitar, not well
Baby you a trophy put you up on my shelf
Send you the cash app, not zelle
Like a rubber this lifestyle fitting me well
I ain’t never had a handout, when I fell to the ground
Now I’m up and they treating me well
Can’t run from your problems in the streets
I was down bad had to bust a couple Ps
Dream chasing watch me make a Milly Like Meek
Racing did the dash like a thief
All hunneds ion want no twenty’s
Im a young nigga getting old money
Niggas hate cause they getting no money
Broke as a joke niggas and it’s so funny
Taking these drugs don’t be enough
Need a couple more cups to feel the rush
And this life so hard ain’t easing up
Nigga what you know about wanting to give it up
Whacchu kno about being on the edge, all them problems in ya head, keep you up When you tryna go to bed
What you know about being from the bottom of the bottom
They don’t wanna see me up they would rather see a young nigga dead
Wake up every morning I got money on my mind
Victory cruze and I’m dancing at the goal
I can’t fuck w a new bitch they be good digging
Only plan B is to make plan A go
Not accepting defeat so we gotta win
When u worship the streets know you gotta sin
This a song for your soul boy this not a hymn
Put my young nigga on to the game and he..ran with it
Now he dripping know im Prada him
I was young in the store and we stole and we ran with it
I done did some bad things don’t regret em cause the motto
Bitch I’m 21 now pop another bottle
Member they ain’t want me now these bitches tryna model
Push a rocket till the sun down pulling on the throttle
I done made my own wave all these pussy niggas follow
Taking these drugs don’t be enough
Need a couple more cups to feel the rush
And this life so hard ain’t easing up
Nigga what you know about wanting to give it up
Whacchu kno about being on the edge, all them problems in ya head
Keep you up when you tryna go to bed
What you know about being from the bottom of the bottom
They don’t wanna see me up they would rather see a young nigga dead

Written by:
Sladg Hyppolite

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