Im Upset Freestyle by 23:59 Lyrics
[Intro]
Posted in the trenches
Yeah, that's where I'm flexin
[Chorus]
I'm up next
Sick and tired of the blatant disrespect
Everything I drop deserves a million nothing less
I don't see no other rappers as a threat
Yeah, I'm 'bout to make it, I just haven't made it yet
[Verse]
Got a love/hate with the game
But I guess you gotta take the sun with the rain
Nothing less than 10 when I put pen to the page
23, I'm him. You disagree? That's crack cocaine
Bitch, I put in work all fucking night, all fucking day
Dream about a verse and write it down when I'm awake
They say nobody's perfect, but I don't make no mistakes
Bitch, stay in your lane, slow your roll, pump your brakes
I'ma get rich or I'ma die, 50 cent
I say that shit a lot, 'cause I mean it, that's a bet, ay
When I shoot my shot, boy, swish, nothing but net
I been on my job, where my motherfucking check?
I can kill these bitch ass rappers with my eyes closed
Young Curtis, but I don't fuck with the 5-0
Movin' on up, finna touch the fucking sky, yo
I'm your pusher, I'm your guy, catch a vibe, ho
Another level, yeah, that's right where I reside
You should come and visit if you ever get this high
Am I the greatest or the best? I can't decide
Try to test me I'ma ace it, boy, I put that shit on God
Honor roll, they always judge me when I ride
Honorable, they all stand up when I preside, ay
J, a, y, z and me, my top 5
And if you ain't a runner up then you're disqualified, ay
That should let you know what type of shit that I be on
Bitch, I'm hungry and it's time to eat
I be on my job, 9 to 5, 7 days a week
And if you tryna play your hand, better know I play for keeps
Think I'm sweet? Yeah, you right
Sweet as fuck. Sweet and nice
On the mic, hella tight
Killing shit, ain't even trying
Dear God, I need a sign
Psyche, I'm lying I don't need shit
But a cup and weed lit
And every bad bitch on my dick
I'm a savage with this shit, I'm a dog, I'm a pit
I'ma fucking trap star and I don't even gotta flip
And she don't even gotta strip
If she shake that shit my way then I'ma give that ho a tip like, ay
[Chorus]
... of the blatant disrespect
Everything I drop deserves a million nothing less
I don't see no other rapper as a threat
Yeah, I'm 'bout to make it, I just haven't made it yet
TIred of the blatant disrespect
Everything I drop deserves a million nothing less
I don't see no other rapper as a threat
I been on my job where my motherfucking check?
Posted in the trenches
Yeah, that's where I'm flexin
[Chorus]
I'm up next
Sick and tired of the blatant disrespect
Everything I drop deserves a million nothing less
I don't see no other rappers as a threat
Yeah, I'm 'bout to make it, I just haven't made it yet
[Verse]
Got a love/hate with the game
But I guess you gotta take the sun with the rain
Nothing less than 10 when I put pen to the page
23, I'm him. You disagree? That's crack cocaine
Bitch, I put in work all fucking night, all fucking day
Dream about a verse and write it down when I'm awake
They say nobody's perfect, but I don't make no mistakes
Bitch, stay in your lane, slow your roll, pump your brakes
I'ma get rich or I'ma die, 50 cent
I say that shit a lot, 'cause I mean it, that's a bet, ay
When I shoot my shot, boy, swish, nothing but net
I been on my job, where my motherfucking check?
I can kill these bitch ass rappers with my eyes closed
Young Curtis, but I don't fuck with the 5-0
Movin' on up, finna touch the fucking sky, yo
I'm your pusher, I'm your guy, catch a vibe, ho
Another level, yeah, that's right where I reside
You should come and visit if you ever get this high
Am I the greatest or the best? I can't decide
Try to test me I'ma ace it, boy, I put that shit on God
Honor roll, they always judge me when I ride
Honorable, they all stand up when I preside, ay
J, a, y, z and me, my top 5
And if you ain't a runner up then you're disqualified, ay
That should let you know what type of shit that I be on
Bitch, I'm hungry and it's time to eat
I be on my job, 9 to 5, 7 days a week
And if you tryna play your hand, better know I play for keeps
Think I'm sweet? Yeah, you right
Sweet as fuck. Sweet and nice
On the mic, hella tight
Killing shit, ain't even trying
Dear God, I need a sign
Psyche, I'm lying I don't need shit
But a cup and weed lit
And every bad bitch on my dick
I'm a savage with this shit, I'm a dog, I'm a pit
I'ma fucking trap star and I don't even gotta flip
And she don't even gotta strip
If she shake that shit my way then I'ma give that ho a tip like, ay
[Chorus]
... of the blatant disrespect
Everything I drop deserves a million nothing less
I don't see no other rapper as a threat
Yeah, I'm 'bout to make it, I just haven't made it yet
TIred of the blatant disrespect
Everything I drop deserves a million nothing less
I don't see no other rapper as a threat
I been on my job where my motherfucking check?