Give It Up (feat. Rup)

Yeah

It's like I've been fasting, Ramadan
But I've been fasting from the big green bag of dank
And the cans of drank, probably save a bag of sand
If I kept it up for a year, now that ain't massive bank

But it's enough for me to consider it

Drop out of piffy spliffs and drizzy for a little bit
But fuck I stay catting for them twenty bags
Seek to send me spinning, brain chilling on the helipad
Every drag I take takes me back to that very flat
Plane we evolved from, I probably shouldn't mention that
Dro got me moving off topic, need to get it back
Paranoid but pensive, defensive, centre back

See I should give it up, but I won't give it up
So if you got a little zoot for me, bill it up
And if you got a bit of booze for me, fill my cup
I'ma get wavy till the next time I give it up

Give it up for me, I'll give it up for you
When I'm barring on the stage I'm that fucking yout
Yeah it's fucking rude, I can spit a fuck or two
Give a fuck me? No chance, I'm the fucking dude

It's almost all front, Rude the cunt was some funny stuff once
But I've duppied him, cooled down, now it's Ruper acting
I can bring some stupid action
I can get the booty and the boobies moving when I'm rapping
I can move a studio to tears when I spit stuff
Make the rappers there wanna stop it all and give up
I tried to give up rapping and the kiddy couldn't give it up
So when I link with Phoniks better pull me up and give it up

See if I'm on stage, crowds give it up
Get 'em moving to the music like a pill of drugs
I took some time out to think about giving up
I'm back full time till the next time I give it up