Leave It Up To Me

(Leave it up to me, oh)
(Leave it up to me, oh)
Leave it up to you, a nigga probably be broke
I wouldnt have no mother****in Wocky to pour
I wouldnt own a GS and a mini condo
I had to switch my hustle up cause rappin pay more
Advancement into streamin like I had five hoes
Cause the stress, it was eatin me alive , no doubt
Turned out ****ed up and nearly burned down my house
Started sellin weaves and thats with Freeway Rick
It felt good makin a hundred K all legit
It felt good when I told the homies no more licks
Gotta watch my back, put my ho on the strip
Road trip after trip, Im like, 'One more brick'
But **** that, I done really changed my life for the better
Balenciaga jacket, no more Polo sweater
Aint seen a winter in years like I travel for pleasure
Its Worthy
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Uh, numbers, math
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
White tee smellin like coke fumes from the kitchen
Hit the road in the rain, help me blend in in it
No pain, no gain, so we took them risks
Im paranoid when I stay at the crib, Im out the way with the bitch
Palms itchin, mind racin
Dope dealin, niggas tellin
Pillowcase hold the shells from the MAC 11
Way before this rap shit, we was livin reckless
Art pieces on my walls, sentimental value
Ive invested in myself, took a lot of chances
Store fronts in the city, movin calculated
Twenty-four karat gold in ahidden safe
But we just gettin started, we need more ways
Still dealin with some shit, cant really explain
And when my time come, they gon label me great
Livin life fast, but makin a way
Its June
Uh, uh, numbers
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Math, check me out
Numbers, yeah