Glow Up
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- pop rap
- 2020s
- rap
- trap
- hardcore hip hop
- southern hip hop
Lyrics
Intro
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Verse 1
Wake up in the morning gotta get it like always
Phone buzzin loud playin games with my old ways
Moves in the city got the hustle in my suitcase
Everybody talking I ain’t worried what they gon say
Tryna be a boss gotta handle what the cost is
Steppin out clean turn the day to a mosh pit
You could try to catch up but you movin at a crawl pace
Seen it all before I don’t trip I just walk straight
Chorus
Stack it up I don’t slow up
Run it back can’t fold up
New fit and I show up
Whole clique bout to glow up
Verse 2
Pull up for the win like I’m tryna break the scoreboard
Too busy gettin to it I ain’t checkin what you hope for
Chain swing heavy got em starin when I cross floor
Gassed up steady I ain’t never had to press more
Mind on the numbers and the plan like a spreadsheet
You just wanna say a lot I’d rather let the bread speak
Ten toes down yea I’m stompin in some new sneaks
Never had to fake it never needed a new streak
Chorus
Stack it up I don’t slow up
Run it back can’t fold up
New fit and I show up
Whole clique bout to glow up
Verse 3
Numbers keep addin up, calculator runnin hot
Talkin out your neck, but your hustle never match a lot
Still got the drive, push the pedal, never see a stop
Feelin like a boss so I’m posted at the top spot
No time for chillin, got the calendar full booked
Really did the work, it ain’t just about the good looks
Sneak dissin online, you ain’t poppin in the real room
Tryna step to this? Better practice what you gon’ do
Chorus
Stack it up I don’t slow up
Run it back can’t fold up
New fit and I show up
Whole clique bout to glow up
Outro
Counting every win, never settle, not a small feat
Some stay mad, but the credit comes from all heat
Windows down ridin through the city like it’s all me
Learned how to get it so the struggle never stall me
Money in my jeans, but my head’s where the gold at
Shots get thrown, but I’m cool, never throw back
Rap for the people that be grindin where the cold at
Built from the hunger, ain’t no way I’ma hold back
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