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Up, down, my head

I can't breathe, breathe

I feel up, then I feel down, I ain't got space for my head

Focus on me, fuck it, I can't, I need it, no, I need it (yeah)

Yeah, I need to separate from all y'all

When I feel this way, it's best to activate this protocol

'Cause I get real disrespectful when it's on and off

But when it's on, I get it on and both hands can get involved

You need fades and set it up, my new brain ain't lettin' up

Take your raps then hang it up, y'all new shit just ain't enough

It's getting to me now, how y'all don't think y'all shit is trash

You put your ten thousand hours in and not a minute of it lasts

I'm on y'all niggas necks, I hope you know what sequence comin' next

It's getting scary for every name that's not marked with LUX

I'm seeing red ones, whoever, whoever, say they the best

And I promise from this day forward, I'm taking it as a threat, I'm turning

Up, down, my head

I can't breathe, breathe

I feel up, then I feel down, I ain't got space for my head

Focus on me, fuck it, I can't, I need it, no, I need it (yeah)

Y'all in y'all funny nigga era

It's like Def Comedy Jam when I see y'all click up together

I'm for real on track four when I set the circus in town

Everybody going to see it, I won't be found in the crowd

'Cause I'm not rapping on mics that be dangling on the street

I'm not rapping with niggas that be infatuated with beef

I'm not rapping no more if rap is the only thing that is me

I'm done flicking up with you niggas, y'all fucking up my mystique

Y'all niggas booty, I feel like ScHoolboy Q when he rapped on Cooties

Y'all niggas beg for attention, I'm begging that bitch for coochie

I'm comfortable in my spot knowing it's a lot for me, truly

I'm going out like that Fugee that made that album that grew me, I'm so

Up, down, my head

I can't breathe, breathe

I feel up, then I feel down, I ain't got space for my head

Focus on me, fuck it, I can't, I need it, no, I need it (yeah)