Roca Beats - Sewn Up lyrics

Verse 1: Au JuS Know I gotta kick it, SouthernCalifornialistic Make sure that I got somethin' for my n***as Somethin' for the b**hes, somethin' for my sister And lil' brother, give 'em somethin' to look up to The reflections of a n***a in his everyday struggle No recollection, lost pieces of the puzzle Mis-direction is the reason why my people still struggle Bought a Jesus chain, but my n***a still trouble I ain't a clown, but man I juggle... Brains, power and hustle, plus my main man got one tucked too sh** So we ain't got nothin' to worry about And we ain't in the gym, but we hope sh** work out Whole life I been tryna get these words out Man, a n***a can't cope with this world now Blame society how a n***a got turned out Fightin' sobriety, I bust a b**h, to turn it 'round 'less somethin' inspires me To light that fire, hit that 'dro Slow sh** down, sip that po' Stack that bread, f** with hoes Hold yo head, n***a anything goes When it's falls on 'em ...n***as start b**hin', make you wanna put them paws on 'em But you like "f** that n***a," you rather just ball on 'em Stylin' on you n***as like the fashion pages Stylin' on you n***as and ain't nothin' fabricated Chorus: Au JuS Sewn up, we got everything sewn up Cuz a n***a done growned up n***as thought they owned us, but we end up bein' owners 'til it's sewn up It won't stop, til it's sewn up To the top, got it sewn up This world? have it sewn up Yo girl?, had her sewn up Stylin' on you n***as like the f**in' fashion pages Stylin' on you n***as and ain't nothin' fabricated Verse 2: VeuveRAY Tell me what it's hittin' fo' Girl can we kick it? f'sho Pretty face to toes, look like you belong in videos Plus, you know throw that hood up Plus, you roll them Backwoods up Plus you like to back it up, so don't be with that bullsh** Spliff is rolled, and I'mma sip the po' Veuve, but you could stick with Mo' Money, trees, and expensive clothes, I'm flyin' places never been befo' My homies be 17, already they've been grown up Juveniles, adults at trial, hold it down, they got it sewn up Trade Center was blown up Besides the planes, it was really bombs Some say, but the fact of the matter is either way sh** ain't really calm Versace chains, we really Dons Hollywood to Sugar Hills we on Love a girl in the kitchen with her lingerie and them heels be on Oh, you mad cuz I'm stylin' on you? Homie from the Brook' be wildin' on you Marijuana just pilin' on you, we flyin' to them islands on you And you know we flyer than them f**in' fashion pages Stylin' on you n***as, and ain't nothin' fabricated Chorus: