YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I’m Up lyrics

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
Fuck officials, finish steppin’
I know that’s gon’ make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin’, we step on shit
It’s all about what I figure

I ain’t take nothin’ off, ‘fore I take somethin’ back, I’ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon’ protect me? I’m the protector of all my friends
How the fuck you with me? You playin’ detective, you ain’t my twin
I’ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain’t the same

We miss, gon’ double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don’t want you neither or your friend, y’all don’t understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can’t waste my time
‘Cause now I’m up and they know it
Ain’t gotta picture me rollin’
‘Cause when they see me, it’s on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I’m still thuggin’, throwin’ up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon’ slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain’t got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin’ like he five and I’m gon’ dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon’ supply me? I’m the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon’ have my back when I’m locked in the pen’?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
Fuck officials, finish steppin’
I know that’s gon’ make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin’, we step on shit
It’s all about what I figure

We miss, gon’ double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don’t want you neither or your friend, y’all don’t understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can’t waste my time
‘Cause now I’m up and they know it
Ain’t gotta picture me rollin’
‘Cause when they see me, it’s on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I’m still thuggin’, throwin’ up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon’ slide them
Mask up before we blind him