I'm Up - Stro

What’s up?

Gettin' some candy?

Huh?

Ain’t gettin' nothin'?

Straight up

Give me some candy, man.

You ain’t got no change?

Oh

I’m on a mission, it’s clear

No, they ain’t thinkin' it’s fair, from takin' the train everywhere

Duckin' the fare, I need to be in a lair

Fully prepared, uh, often revered

I don’t do parties, it’s weird

I rather work, you can go be in the mix

While I call a engineer

My life is wild, force me to switch up the style

I go through this shit every year, not that you care

I turn the drama to gold, you lovin' the shit that you hear

Handle my business, hits, no misses

I wanna hit no misses

Wait, what is this?

I’m suddenly lit, I can help but notice the difference

I could be trippin', but I feel like they get it now

Last year, I was lukewarm, but I’m more lucrative now

Last year, they was so live, but I’m more «Who's spittin'?»

now

Huh, no opinions in my factions

Similar to this shit snappin', we cap it

I know I’m battery cappin', too busy thinkin' ahead

If she do want me, I’m missin' the signs

Too busy thinkin' the bread

I admit, I be conflicted

Music and life, I can’t see the difference

Stevie Wonder with the vision

Fuck it though, that’s how we livin'

Wake up, then I bake up

Gotta get the cake up (Yeah, yeah)

Wake up, then I bake up

Gotta get the cake up

Wake up, then I bake up

Gotta get the cake up

Wake up, that I bake up

Gotta get that cake up

Yeah, pull up to the stu', make a Brooklyn zoo inspiration

Niggas that I knew never found a new occupation

Some be flippin' packs, Stro be flippin' raps

If you call my phone without a stack, I’ma call you back

Shit is that real for me

I’m no Cosby, don’t nobody get the bill for me

Put in that practice, don’t nobody get the skill for me

Spittin' that crack, just want somebody get the skill for me

Wait, weigh in and sell it, the way that I tell it

Gotta be one of a kind

I don’t believe in them numbers, they lyin'

Stood up and study the clock, why?

I’m tryna stand the test of time

Me, I’ma hit with the rap

Started the company up for federal scratch

Grade A legal money, now they can’t take nothin' from me

I got the game out of Oakland

Dreams, I put it in motion

They tryna set a president, I was never into votin'

Never second guess, only follow what’s behind my chest

Y’all gon' follow rules, that just lead you to defy your fresh

Wake up, then I bake up

Gotta get the cake up

Wake up, then I bake up

Gotta get the cake up

Wake up, then I bake up

Gotta get the cake up

Wake up (Yeah), then I bake up

Gotta get that cake up

It’s like, only if you can relate, uh

Give him the game, uh, only if you can relate

Uh, uh, uh

Whoa, I got a lot on my plate, uh

Be on the grind, yeah, I be in and out of state, hol' up

Hehe, huh, I fuck with this right here

Grade A tribe shit, uh

For e’rybody puttin' in that ten-thousand hours

And we do it like

Uh, yeah

2019, let’s get it

Swish, swish, uh