Bubu Bambu - 100UP

Always 10 toes down even when I was 100 up
Money on my mind all the Hoe shit never troubled us
We was out here struggling dying trying double up
I ain't slept in weeks and I still feel like I ain't done enough
Yea you know I stay with it on me
Just in case they try taking it from me
I still hit the bar with them Killas and them smugglers
Know your team ain't fucking with me nigga better huddle up
Always 10 toes down even when I was 100 up
Money on my mind all the Hoe shit never troubled us
We was out here struggling dying trying double up
I ain't slept in weeks and I still feel like I ain't done enough
Yea you know I stay with it on me
Just in case they try taking it from me
I still hit the bar with them Killas and them smugglers
Know your team ain't fucking with me niggas better huddle up
Thought the love was real that them niggas said they had for me
I really thought she love me and shell never turn her back to me
I guess that's shit I had to see
Angel faced savagery
Always keep the bag on me so shit ain't lookin sad for me
Way shit happen it's been so foul
I wish I knew back then what know now
You get lost in the sauce then you gon drown
And these niggas and these bitches out here low down
Always 10 toes down even when I was 100 up
Money on my mind all the Hoe shit never troubled us
We was out here struggling dying trying double up
I ain't slept in weeks and I still feel like I ain't done enough
Yea you know I stay with it on me
Just in case they try taking it from me
I still hit the bar with them Killas and them smugglers
Know your team ain't fucking with me nigga better huddle up
Always 10 toes down even when I was 100 up
Money on my mind all the Hoe shit never troubled us
We was out here struggling dying trying double up
I ain't slept in weeks and I still feel like I ain't done enough
Yea you know I stay with it on me
Just in case they try taking it from me
I still hit the bar with them Killas and them smugglers
Know your team ain't fucking with me niggas better huddle up
Momma pray I make it home
Try to tell me take it slow
Sorry ma it's okay I'm grown
Choices that I made my own
Tryna make my paper grow
Evil tryna take my soul
Behind smiles so fake and cold
Momma pray I break its hold

Written by:
Walead Othman Jr

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