Jamal Streeter - Up

Yeah
I was down bad
But ain't nobody asking
Barely had gas in the gas tank
She said I sound bad
But now these bitches want my last name
I think it's kinda sad if you ask me
Where was all the love
When I was asking, I feel I got the exact same treatment that I'm giving
You say it's not enough
Who gives a fuck
With a mentality like that I wish you luck
Buckle up in a truck full of pick me ups
And my hand me downs got me all leveled up
See me in the club only time they wanna say what's up
Fake smiles single file for the dab me up

I don't expect much
All I'm asking for is that thing, Lauryn Hill speaking facts
Cause yo that was me that she was warning you about
I feel heartless partly cause all the heartbreak
Pieces slowly falling out of my chest
Invest in bulletproof vest to protect me from the rest
Of the gold diggers digging in my rib, shit
Got a few sleeping in my crib, lit
Jamal you're a fucking hypocrite
Criticize yourself before talking shit, shit

I was down bad
But ain't nobody asking
Barely had gas in the gas tank
She said I sound bad
But now these bitches want my last name
I think it's kinda sad if you ask me
Where was all the love
When I was asking, I feel I got the exact same treatment that I'm giving
You say it's not enough
Who gives a fuck
With a mentality like that I wish you luck
Buckle up in a truck full of pick me ups
And my hand me downs got me all leveled up
See me in the club only time they wanna say what's up
Fake smiles single file for the dab me up

And now I'm up
I'm so high up
Now I'm lazy, I'm hazy, I'm fucking Ms. Daisy
I'm selfish, I relish in pools of self pity
I pity the fool when the fool could be cruel to me
Took me a while to get used to me
Streeter is next and no this ain't that new to me
But I'm glad that it's happening
Cause even imagining back then was hard for me

I was down bad
But ain't nobody asking
Barely had gas in the gas tank
She said I sound bad
But now these bitches want my last name
I think it's kinda sad if you ask me
Where was all the love
When I was asking, I feel I got the exact same treatment that I'm giving
You say it's not enough
Who gives a fuck
With a mentality like that I wish you luck

But I guess there's bigger issues at hand

Written by:
Darius Rosales-Streeter

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