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

Woah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
This vibe got my motherfuckin' cup full
I was sellin' Mary Jane in middle school
Watch me work the corner like the rent due (21)
Lead in the cherry like a pencil (Grrah)
Bad bitches love me 'cause I whack bitches (Facts)
Whisper in my ear and use your accent (Yeah)
Backseat of the Phantom with a Tommy gun
Pourin' up 'til I nod off (21)

Bought a penthouse with a pool in it (Woah)
Cut a bitch off, she was too friendly (Woah)
Nuggets in the charm, these ain't rhinestones

Bitch beggin' me for money, get the dial tone (Clear)
Okay, put this on your tongue and have your mind gone (21)
Solid as it get, I put the tribe on (21, 21)
Captain Save a Ho, put his cape on (Duck)
Have my lil' one pop you at a payphone

It's a red light, nigga, you'll get smashed on (Skrrt)
I'ma still spin if I forget to put my mask on
Straight drop off the work, J's beggin' out of glass gone
Boulevard, I fuck from Bedford-Pine down to Gladstone
Rich nigga (Woah), walk inside my closet, all the pants chrome
Niggas 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

This vibe got my motherfuckin' cup full
I was sellin' Mary Jane in middle school
Watch me work the corner like the rent due (21)
Lead in the cherry like a pencil (Grrah)
Bad bitches love me 'cause I whack bitches (Facts)
Whisper in my ear and use your accent (Yeah)
Backseat of the Phantom with a Tommy gun
Pourin' up 'til I nod off (21)

Growin' up, this generation, they see that, they see rappers
Givin' they baby mamas this, ball players givin' they baby
Mamas this, motherfuckin' street niggas givin' they— this
So it ain't like— don't nobody wanna work for it no more
Don't nobody wanna be independent
They just wakin' up for the next bar, the next hookah
Next, "Who gon' buy me a watch?" Next, "Who gon' buy me a purse?"
Niggas don't even want Louis no more, Meezy
They want—they straight want Birkins