21 Savage CUP FULL

I think, the way we grew up Our childhood, our parents worried about way stronger things Than those type of feelings, those type of emotions We don't know how to, like, cope with agony We cope with bad things by doing drugs, sippin’ syrup Smoking weed, poppin' Percs, doin' ecstasy Woah Yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah, woah Woah This vibe got my motherfucking cup full (Bitch) I was sellin’ mid-grade in middle school (Bitch) Watch me work the corner like the rent due (21) Lead in the chopper like a pencil (Grrah) Bad bitches love me 'cause I whack shit (Facts) Whisper in my ear and use your accent (Yeah) Back seat of the Phantom with a sawed-off (Pussy) Pourin' up syrup till I nod off (21) Bought a penthouse wit' a pool in it (Woah) Cut a bitch off, she was too friendly (Woah) Nuggets in the charm, these ain't rhinestones (Pussy) Beggin' me for money, get the dial tone (Click) Okay, put this on your tongue, it have your mind gone (21) Solid as it get, I put the tribe on (21, 21) Captain Save-a-Ho done put his cape on Have my lil' one whack you at a payphone It's a red light, pussy, you’ll get smashed on (Skrrt) I’ma still spin if I forget to put my mask on Straight drop all the work, jays beggin', now the glass gone Boulevard, I trap from Bedford Pine down to Gladstone Rich nigga (Woah), walk inside my closet, all the pants Chrome Bitches see me out, they grab they phone and cut the flash on Stick hit his ass in the arm, now that nigga got a cast on He a bitch and he a bitch and they know they’ll get crashed on (Pussies) This vibe got my motherfucking cup full (Bitch) I was sellin' mid-grade in middle school (Bitch) Watch me work the corner like the rent due (21) Lead in the chopper like a pencil (Grrah) Bad bitches love me 'cause I whack shit (Facts) Whisper in my ear and use your accent (Yeah) Backseat of the Phantom with a sawed-off (Pussy) Pourin' up syrup till I nod off (21) (Taurus) Growing up, this generation, they see that They see, rappers giving they mama this Ball players giving they baby mama this Goddamn street niggas giving they hoes this So it ain’t like- don't nobody wanna work for it no more Don't nobody wanna be independent They just waking up for the next, the next hookah Next, who gon' buy me a watch, next, who gon' buy me a purse Bitches don't even want Louis no more, they straight want Birkins