Give Me a Sec Kur

[PART I]

[Verse 1]
You gotta run ya own race
Nigga i’m always down to give a hand but you gotta get ya own cake
I’m weary I had a long day, tearing up as the song play
I spit the shit everybody be thinking they think it but never gon say
Came to take it was never gon pay
She like “imma pull up, ay where you stay”
Coop got Wock in his cup he on his way
I don’t rock wit no nuts my niggas made
I was tryna save up but couldn’t save
Niggas used to be fresh I couldn’t, Niggas used to be fresh I couldn’t bathe
It was rap after rap I fucking slayed, if she can’t get a wack she fucking crazy
Think she gon hit me back she boutta shape
I said pass me the gat I’m boutta spray
I’m Uptop and i’m good that’s til this day
Jordan Taxis got black and white today
Haters @ me I let em type away
Bitch is aggy she thought i’d wife today
I get happy I’m living life okay, aw shit I had to light the J
Jordan Taxis got black and white today
Haters @ me I let em type away
I’m Uptop and i’m good that’s til this day
I said pass me the gat I’m boutta spray