Iamsu! - Up Until Then lyrics

(Chorus – Mistah F.A.B.) But up until then I’ma be thugging inside them project buildings They blowing them cookies, that’s all the ghetto children Riding on waves and we can make a million, billion But up until then But up until then But up until then (Verse 1 – Mistah F.A.B) Let’s say I’m in the room with a bi**h, and the ho don’t wanna f**k Like a man, I’ma beat my meat, then get my f**king nut for sure That’s just how we do it in the O bruh Oh what, you ain’t know bruh? Yeah, that’s that old school j**el bruh I used to slap that s**t everyday at school bruh Brought that s**t back, now that old slap sound new bruh Rack after rack after stacks, I got pool buzz Rich ni**a but I’m still in the…bruh Candy paint, got the whip looking wet bruh I’m shining bruh And like my nephew Young Pharaoh, big timing bruh And if them s**kers outside then we sliding bruh I swear to god man them ni**as in hiding bruh And we ain’t wasting no shots on civilians bruh Too busy plotting on ways to make a million bruh (Chorus – Mistah F.A.B. & IamSu!) But up until then I’ma be thugging inside them project buildings They blowing them cookies, that’s all the ghetto children Riding on waves and we can make a million, billion But up until then I be grinding, skateboard the way I’m riding I act broke, you act rich, we both lying But up until then I be grinding, skateboard the way I’m riding I act broke, you act rich, we both lying But up until then (Verse 2 – Boosie Badazz) Up until then I be ducking the pen to get a break Helping all the project children have faith One shot for the kids doing bids where I stay One shot for the ni**as doing bids in The Bay And we pray we gon make it but god he seem busy Til then we got hope for pounds and plenty chicken Damn we was poor as a kid, I’m reminiscing Steal that ni**a’s drawers and wallet, had to get ‘em S**t I know the feeling when your brother in jail And your daddy on coke, and your sister a ho sh** don’t give up though, you gon make it Remember when the ghetto child making people hate it Remember money easy to get, but hard to save it Remember when pain come in your life, gotta take it I know you lose hope when you’re looking at your mama, the drama But you can be Obama (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3 – Mistah F.A.B.) You getting money bruh? Acting funny bruh? Like Mac Dre, they don’t ever hear your Tommy bruh They say Fab, bring the movement back Dope, bro what you gon’ do with that? You in the hood bruh? Is it good bruh? Forty fifth, same corner where you stood bruh Are you a G bruh, just like me bruh Heard you’re selling tree, from an eighth to a P bruh Gettting stacks bruh? Like that bruh? Your name ain’t never came on that RapFacts bruh Oh you solid bruh, got a couple dollars bruh Did your time, you ain’t tell on your partners bruh Getting money bruh? Staying under bruh? Bout to bring out your trophies for the summer bruh? They think they know, but they don’t know Just make em wonder bruh Keep doing your thing little ni**a, boy you coming up (Repeat Chorus)