T.Y. (Rapper) - The Start Up lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah Run that sh**, run that sh**, yeah Run that sh**, run that sh**, yeah Run that sh**, run that sh** Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Tell these hoes and these n***as I don't give a f** about their feelings Kept all that fake sh** outside and only let the real in I gets high, so layers from the onion I be peeling You must die, going against me or one of my n***as Flows I deliver will eat you up like some dinner I'm too cold, everywhere I go its like its winter All you n***as is nothing but the opposite of winners You get the p**y if she notice you a big spender I get the p**y off the fact I keep it way realer Walk the streets in my city knowing I'm that n***a Untouchable, but I pack like a lunchable Dog you could party but just watch my shoes Grinding for a drop or two Did it how my pops would do One by one I'm dropping fools You hustle do nothing for you Seen it from my point of view I could tell you all about it Seen Spitta with them b**hes made me want an Impala But the shift have to be on the floor, four to four throttle Jet Lounge you could catch me drinking out the bottle J.O.B. the motto, I follow Paint pictures like Pica**o Real G's you can't knock those I could hit it right on the money with my eyes closed Young n***a screaming Jet Life til the world blows Homie tell me what the f** you thought this was I started off for this game with a loyal buzz Yea, break my weed down as I stack up my paper Rollies with the [?] thats a cla**ic combination All I think about if my pa was out of jail Its cool, he next to touch down and cause hell n***a [Outro] Break my weed down as I stack up my paper Break my weed down as I stack up my paper Break my weed down as I stack up my paper Break my weed down as I