Up My Game Lyrics

My bro, my bro

Use your head (your head)

Y.A.K!!!

My bro-my bro, can't stay local

Up my game and go get some dough

Sad note-sad note, these men are gonna fold

As time goes, try dey wise o

(You Already Know it's StevoBoy)

My bro-my bro, can't stay local

Up my game and go get some dough

Sad note-sad note, these men are gonna fold

As time goes, try dey wise o

Be smart in your movements brody

Take caution, men be moving like Judas (Judas)

Too much trust, get burned

Don't want any more degree burns

So I gotta-so I gotta take precaution though

Less trusting, betrayed before

Take lessons, from what life done taught me

I'm grinding with power, I pray for no blackout

My beam on the top, now

So when man done get there

No one should tell me I'm Lucky

On G, by the grace of God

Dropping them tunes, on God, we popping (popping)

Bro, watch your back

And you'll see the frown, disguised in them smiles, not worried

That-that-that shit is K, it varies direct, when they start seeing you progressing

Allow them, to the top we going

But the 47 might spray turn em blue, no Foden

No long talks, on God, we loaded

Impact we mount on 'em, they squashed like rodents

Weighing out my options, tryna focus

Not talking Haaland, I'll strike a balance

No stress on my end, I'm moving tactical,

Soon they gon' give me my trophy

My bro-my bro, can't stay local

Up my game and go get some dough

Sad note-sad note, these men are gonna fold

As time goes, try dey wise o

Becoming the talk of town, shake it off, I can hear the haters talk (I don't even mind)

While I'm moving forward, behind my back, they tryna stalk (Stalk Me)

Keep my circle regulated, it's hightime I started trimming' (trimming)

Peeps can just start misbehaving, I'm no longer in my feelings

So many things that a man's been through, opened my eyes a bit, my g (for real)

Sometimes I ask 'why me'?

But it's all cool, cuh we still grinding

Experience, comes from a lot trying'

On this side, violence, we keep fighting

Brother men, it be only the violent claiming now

Survival of the fittest, playing out

I'm not in a hurry, but

Can't condone two signs, that's 'wait and stop'

No time to dilly-dally, my bruv

No time to waste time in lay man's terms

Jazzing up, that's the gang-gang stuff

Swagging up, we're the ones that rock

Men, She got that figure of 8, I love

Bend over, and Arch your back for pops'

My bro-my bro, can't stay local

Up my game and go get some dough'

Sad note-sad note, these men are gonna Fold

As time goes, try dey wise o