Up 1

Music and my money, only thing niggas aint taking from me Strapped up, niggas out here acting funny Moved from the hood now my life is sunny Turned my pain into milk and honey Though shit linger on my mind I call my mama phone to tell her I’m fine When deep down inside, I know that all could go wrong No one to call, so I just vent in my songs ‘Cause no matter how I’m feeling that shit make for good music You say you love me but that’s yet to be proven, shit ‘Cause like a orbit, gotta keep that shit moving Took some loses, who got the time to be losing? The city up one Beat around the bush all this time, get some stuff done All work, no play, nigga fuck fun we up one Niggas yell respect, lame niggas never want none All work, no play, fuck fun nigga we up one Music and my money, only thing niggas aint taking from me Strapped up, niggas out here acting funny Moved from the hood now my life is sunny Turned my pain into milk and honey Through the galaxy 42 to infinity I’m too high, need to anti-freeze See my life through the window pane Only real niggas can relate Memories don’t fade away (Yeah, yeah yeah) (Memories) Jack in the box, niggas they know that I’m hot Deep in her throat, ‘cause of the verses I’ve wrote Niggas they got tricks these days When I’m a dog but a nigga never itch these days To blast the p***y nigga back into a six foot grave Loneliest hours are when I’m all by my self When no one can help, scream at the top of my lungs To see if God hear me, maybe know the pain that I felt I need to find my groove (groove) And you can dance with me if you come to Music and my money, only thing niggas aint taking from me Strapped up, niggas out here acting funny Moved from the hood now my life is sunny Turned my pain into milk and honey --- Up 1 - Lute and Shane Eagle