Lyft Me Up - Johnny B

I made this for the hustlers and customers

I made it for going out and turning up

But this song specifically, I made for the haters

With much love, yours truly

Johnny B

Loser, loser, double loser as if

Get the picture

I don’t smoke, the homies do

So I got a pack of swishers

Uber got the surcharge

Go ahead and Lyft me up

No mo' Henny in the crib

Tito soda in my cup

I’m just working on my craft

Doing numbers like some math

Bullshit, insecurity

I leave it in the past

This shit feels like narcos

Like I was with Pablo

Load it in the Barco

Get the cash and vamonos

I want it all

The fortune and th glory (glory)

Going all the way up

Real high like 11 storis

Thanking god for every morning

Make that cake, no sugar coating

One wrong move

End up missing

Where you at?

That finding dory

Rookie in the game

But I’m looking like a veteran

I’m doing great, losing weight

Fuck a speech impediment

In the crib, the grind never stops

They want me to fall off

They want me to flop

Cuz I’m

Blowing up

Getting fucking assets

Imma grind, imma work

Til I’m in a casket

Uh, Rolling loud

Just the festival

Motherfuckers got the point

Just like a decimal

I’m asking how you feel

I say incredible

About my grind, about my green

Just like a vegetable

I’m a staple in my city

Like a centerfold

Oh, they want beef

I like it raw like no protection

Yo, gimme the top

Gimme the roll

Gimme the rock

Get it and go

Fork down the road

But I’m going down the middle

Cuz I’m workin, workin

Don’t need to mention it

I’ve come too far

To choke up and hesitate

Uh, on the rat race for the cheese

Boss up, level up, level up

Get like me