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Roll up Thumbs! Now we ain't down no more, we up nigga Quickest way to the top is to re up nigga Got your man in the zone tell him D up nigga I still see you in my rear view speed up nigga I was just pursuing it everybody was doing it It was like a tradition and who was I to ruin it Nothing else matter as long as the work landed You got your regular smokers and then it’s the thirst bandits Granted I’m in the sport for the cake Straight money get the rock Short money get the shake No credit tell your story to the Jake I just bought a new crib 100 thou for the drapes I ain’t have a choice Couldn’t get a job so I re-uped Momma need food so I re-uped Got locked hit the library gotta read up Ain't no way we letting the justice system beat us So when there is no means gotta re-up And when the kids don’t eat gotta re-up Losing all kinds of sleep till I re up If I don’t do it who the hell is gonna feed us Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up Letras de cancionesWhoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up D-B’s up nigga The product got low had to re up nigga You ain’t gon make it sitting down and crying about it G’ up nigga You ain’t gotta get a black mask ski up nigga I went from putting work on the stove to verses with HOV Rental cars to get personally drove Poconos to Nassau Bahamas rooms Suites at the cove My OG had me bagging up work it was real But my talent outweighed what he had on the scale Big ASCAP checks in the mail First I wasn’t shit now these dirty bitches trying to throw me they tail My vegan brother tried to make me eat kale My older nigga said make it, save it, so you won’t see jail Save my dough, single parent mom knew I would blow You a diamond dust it off soon it would show My money is like my kids I love watching them grow Couldn’t get a job so I re-uped Momma need food so I re-uped Got locked hit the library gotta read up Ain't no way we letting the justice system beat us So when there is no means gotta re-up And when the kids don’t eat gotta re-up Losing all kinds of sleep till I re up If I don’t do it who the hell is gonna feed us Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up Master of the hustle lord of the 12' 12' I sold base and I swore I was flyer than LL Pyrex baking soda familiar with hell smell Do my dirt pon my lonely cause what could a shell tell No longer on that hard tip Cause I’m on the beaches, weed and car kits I am a narcissist that’s heartless I’m lying but I swing iron fill up a cartridge Going to war a few men will die Re-uped conquered the law committed genocide All I now is another ten minutes another ten will fly Now I’m an entrepnouer the things enterprised I ain’t going to jail I ain’t posting the bail I’m the brother Donnie told you bout pushing the kale Probably on a island hot spotting the wheel Now the re-up is all legal beloved how can I feel Ghost Couldn’t get a job so I re-uped Momma need food so I re-uped Got locked hit the library gotta read up Ain't no way we letting the justice system beat us So when there is no means gotta re-up And when the kids don’t eat gotta re-up Losing all kinds of sleep till I re up If I don’t do it who the hell is gonna feed us Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up From Letras Mania