BE$Gang - Upgrade lyrics

[Verse 1] So who the f** said I'm soft Anybody step to me we gon' pop off Let the cops drop shots If we duckin' now this gon' get to chuckin' out Let the headlines be our only source of body counts Clientele self-made with accounts Yeah, f** what you be livin' on I made it with the sounds OBJ hit a b**h and then he bounced If you keep talkin' that sh** then that's what I'm about Try to run a f**in' business with your mouth Every 12 hours I would flip the sh** then sell it by the ounce I don't f** with a ho unless I know she got profit If you cross me I'll f** your b**h with yacht logic Ain't playin' for the games b**h you know that I'm about it When money get involved I take off like hot rockets So, please don't talk sh** Tried to give you the benefit of the doubt but you're so toxic sh** gettin' me nauseous Listen to my words on this verse chronologic Sometimes I just really believe you're demonic just to cop a pocket I'll be downin' shots just to take the edge off Hit me up like, "Oh my gosh f** off." Hang up, b**h if you think that I give a f** go get your lang' up Ditch your a** like Jennifer from the Break Up b**h I can't see your face through all of that twenty dollar make up Wouldn't even f** you if they paid us [Interlude] Who are you really then? Who's behind the mask that you show to the rest of the world? And whats holding you back from being the person that you want to be? [Verse 2] Think you got an attitude you should check that Show me no respect then I don't give a f** back b**hes went from sleepin' on me to takin' cat naps When we f** get her a** up call her snap back Bettin' more on rap than high rollers would in Black Jack coppin' five cars from the dealership all jet black Drastic contrast in my voice Where your pack at Got my whole city behind me like they a back pack f** it if I'm goin' in I'ma get it all out Sorry if I'm takin' the game when I f**in' ball out All your team ever really knows is a stall out If you tryna call yourself a thug then we can brawl out Put me up against anybody and get the call out Drop your a** bombin' on the track then call me fallout I can pull your b**h it's so easy picking lips Only time they ever k** it on the track is if they drive a stick Spit this Wonderin' if I'm missing it Slick b**h She tryna like all my Insta pics Hard mix determine whether I'm into it If you talk sh** then you get lit up like a candle wick [Verse 3] It wasn't too long ago That I was just stuck up at my mama's home writin' 'bout the dough Don't know what she want from me You of all beings know that I can only learn this visually If my life was a graph were talking squiggly lines I'm done with all the pain and all the stress Sometimes I just wanna digress Away from this twisted game of chess Don't know how I should react when success isn't a guarantee I got bills to pay and food to eat This sh** can't be real to me Life ain't as supreme as we should think I take a drink And how can I not like it Despite the all of the dangers and the health risks It's kinda strange We consumin' poison like a game Call it beer pong But really it's insane I just want some answers and this life to be explained Like this life to be explained Kenyim on the track but you already knew my name