Spill My Cup

歌詞

You have to put the cup down Put the cup down, what you mean, man? You trippin' You either gon' stop or I'ma start hidin' it from you You ain't gon' touch my stuff, man I don't touch your stuff, don't touch my stuff Don't you want to see your kids get big? (We astronauts with this shit, my nigga) You trippin', man, it ain't even that deep, man, you tripping Play with your grandkids Man, you trippin', man, I'ma do all of that, trust me All of that stuff is really, really, really important, I'm tellin' you What you gon' do if I pour it out? Let me see it Man, don't pour my shit out, what you talkin' 'bout? Don't touch my shit Let me see it Man, put my pint down, man No Put my pint down (I just need my space right now) Why should I? Damn, you cut me deep, feel like I spilled my cup Let's run up this bag until I'm rich as fuck (Let's run up this bag) I work way too hard to treat this shit like luck (I work way too hard) I been sensing hating from the ones I love Pull up to the club, got me runnin' dubs I can't hold a grudge, drag me through the mud Pourin' fours of blood, pourin' fours of Wock' (Yeah, yeah) Masterpiece my clock Cost a half a dollar, quarter on my opps Shit, I want 'em bad Did a nigga bad, now I'm in my bag Carry-on by Louis just to hold my cash It be hard to smile, 'member I was cryin' Niggas on the 'Gram, I do it for the fam' Do doughnuts in the Lamb' The po-po come, I scram (Haha, yeah) I had a talk with God, like, "Give me one more chance I won't let you down, bro gon' work the pounds" Brand new Nike tech, I'm finna serve the town Watch collection mean, ain't gotta swerve around (No) I was with my kid, I want 'em murdered now Gotta see my face, gotta hear my name Gotta feel my pain, fucked me up that day Sometimes I be stressed, finna quit it all, give it all today Took the harder way I'm in the mall with bae, like, "Put your purse away" You know it's all on me Need help, then call on me I still can't call a soul, that take a toll on me That drank controllin' me I'm who I'm supposed to be, no, I can't ask for shit I got racks to blow, I got racks to get Turn up for my kids Look at how I live Hermès in the crib, Hermès on my bitch Hermès on my belt, I'ma tryna whip a brick Say they want the old Ray, tell them niggas, "Suck a dick" I'm at the top, I'm lookin' down, they know I come from the trench I just had a talk with Wilson, new Cuban gettin' lynched You know we look like the mob, be quiet, you get pinched I'm on Woodbridge side to side, fuckin' up my rims Dior wheats to match the jacket, I rock 'em like they Timbs You know, you know that I'm him (You know that I'm him) Damn, you cut me deep, feel like I spilled my cup Let's run up this bag until I'm rich as fuck I work way too hard to treat this shit like luck I been sensing hating from the ones I love