Pick Yourself Up - Big K.R.I.T.

Pick yourself up

Ain’t nobody helping no broke ass nigga

No broke ass bitch, no broke ass nigga

No broke ass nigga, no broke ass bitch, no

Pick yourself up, pick yourself up

Pick yourself up, pick yourself up

No broke ass nigga, pick yourself up, pick yourself up

No broke ass bitch, pick yourself up, pick yourself up

Income tax check, you blow that shit

Body foreign, they repo that shit

She leave your dick dry, that ain’t your bitch

Your partners made it rain but you ain’t Tip

Lame nigga, fame get ya nuthin' but cameras and lights

Money on the table you want friends in life

Swipe up, wipe down, all the fresh for sale

Ain’t no handouts here, nigga you can’t tell

I’m I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T nigga you can’t spell

What you know 'bout me, I don’t know 'bout free

Money fall like leaves, better climb that tree

Pick yourself up

Pick yourself up

Ain’t nobody helping no broke ass nigga

No broke ass bitch, no broke nigga

No broke ass nigga, no broke ass bitch, no

Pick yourself up, pick yourself up

No broke ass nigga, pick yourself up, pick yourself up

No broke ass bitch, pick yourself up, pick yourself up

I was sitting on the curb by my grandma yard

Dopeboys drive by, I’m like that’s my car

Fast foward, stack four, nigga that’s my car

Push button, automatic, bitch I own that start

Dime back, I don’t bend, I don’t starve for mine

Will rap for a mil, coulda had that sign

Ride dirty, late night, coulda had that time

Way up pilin', drop top, you can’t have this shine

Aw mane, Cold game, if these walls could talk

They say «stack that shit, nigga get that vault»

Young and safe fucked up, that shit ain’t my fault

Nigga pay them dues, nigga pay that cost

Pick yourself up

Pick yourself up

Ain’t nobody helping no broke ass nigga

No broke ass bitch, no broke nigga

No broke ass nigga, no broke ass bitch, no

Pick yourself up, pick yourself up

No broke ass nigga, pick yourself up, pick yourself up

No broke ass bitch, pick yourself up, pick yourself up

Weave right, edges right, but your bills ain’t paid

Sugar daddy fly you out but you still can’t stay

Overnight, Gucci bag, you back on that plane

He married, you mad that you got played

Think you run one game, he ain’t called you since

Homegirls got change but you call them lame

Cause they got that foreign, they buy all they clothes

They don’t need no man, but you still that hoe

Every man you fuck with tryin' to swear his oaths

Every man you fuck with fuck been catch ghosts

Cause the cars they drive like I’m off the flame

You ain’t pimpin' the game tryna fuck for change

Pick yourself up

Pick yourself up

Ain’t nobody helping no broke ass nigga

No broke ass bitch, no broke nigga

No broke ass nigga, no broke ass bitch, no

Pick yourself up, pick yourself up

No broke ass nigga, pick yourself up, pick yourself up

No broke ass bitch, pick yourself up, pick yourself up