Walk in the school with my head down, I carry a bag that's ten pounds
My 'fit of the day I ain't even tryin', I'm still lookin' drippy, my body is cryin'
It ain't really new to hear that I got shoe game, so many levels beaten, start a new game
Don't got a studio I just be travelin' sometimes to Staten Island, shoutout Wu-Tang
Kick it over there for the weekend, sleep in, flowin' like a flux, get a pre-tin
I don't even think I gotta pretend, niggas would know that I probably got three friends
I f*ck with the real niggas, not the stealin' niggas, 'cause they be thinkin' that shit is funny
I'm tryna figure out why they be callin' us broke, but they the ones taking money
Yeah, think about that, have you ever met a nigga that was like that?
It's another pet peeve, you gotta fight that, like sharing your device, "I ain't write that"
"Why'd you send that message?", I ain't write that shit
Give my dog a bone, he gon' bite that shit
Homework over break, I ain't like that shit
Everywhere I go, "Damn, I like that fit"
Damn, I can't help but notice they all tryna be me
Askin' how much for the Force Ones, the Jordan Breds, and the Jordan 3's
Like, nigga, the f*ck is you on?
You got me confused to the point where I rap that
Honestly, we ain't that different, lil' nigga
We both got the same backpack, on god
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm strapped up
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm strapped up
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm strapped up
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm strapped up (Aye)
Can't have what I want, 'cause I call it
Just got a check goin' straight to my wallet
If you think I'm trippin', I think that you fallin'
Only f*ck with the gang, my niggas, we all in
Yeah, backpack on my back (I'm strapped up)
Niggas know I never lack (I'm strapped up)
I write like a ghost, move like rollercoast', so you can go ahead and sit back (I'm strapped up)
(Don't play me like a joke, nigga)
(Lower your attitude, 'cause I'll wash your mouth out with soap, nigga)
(Barely got any drip, we clearly ain't on the same boat, nigga)
(I'm only telling the truth, I ain't trying to gloat, nigga)
Casanova - Strapped Up! Lyrics
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Walk in the school with my head down, I carry a bag that's ten pounds
My 'fit of the day I ain't even tryin', I'm still lookin' drippy, my body is cryin'
It ain't really new to hear that I got shoe game, so many levels beaten, start a new game
Don't got a studio I just be travelin' sometimes to Staten Island, shoutout Wu-Tang
Kick it over there for the weekend, sleep in, flowin' like a flux, get a pre-tin
I don't even think I gotta pretend, niggas would know that I probably got three friends
I f*ck with the real niggas, not the stealin' niggas, 'cause they be thinkin' that shit is funny
I'm tryna figure out why they be callin' us broke, but they the ones taking money
Yeah, think about that, have you ever met a nigga that was like that?
It's another pet peeve, you gotta fight that, like sharing your device, "I ain't write that"
"Why'd you send that message?", I ain't write that shit
Give my dog a bone, he gon' bite that shit
Homework over break, I ain't like that shit
Everywhere I go, "Damn, I like that fit"
Damn, I can't help but notice they all tryna be me
Askin' how much for the Force Ones, the Jordan Breds, and the Jordan 3's
Like, nigga, the f*ck is you on?
You got me confused to the point where I rap that
Honestly, we ain't that different, lil' nigga
We both got the same backpack, on god
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm strapped up
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm strapped up
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm strapped up
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm strapped up (Aye)
Can't have what I want, 'cause I call it
Just got a check goin' straight to my wallet
If you think I'm trippin', I think that you fallin'
Only f*ck with the gang, my niggas, we all in
Yeah, backpack on my back (I'm strapped up)
Niggas know I never lack (I'm strapped up)
I write like a ghost, move like rollercoast', so you can go ahead and sit back (I'm strapped up)
(Don't play me like a joke, nigga)
(Lower your attitude, 'cause I'll wash your mouth out with soap, nigga)
(Barely got any drip, we clearly ain't on the same boat, nigga)
(I'm only telling the truth, I ain't trying to gloat, nigga)
My 'fit of the day I ain't even tryin', I'm still lookin' drippy, my body is cryin'
It ain't really new to hear that I got shoe game, so many levels beaten, start a new game
Don't got a studio I just be travelin' sometimes to Staten Island, shoutout Wu-Tang
Kick it over there for the weekend, sleep in, flowin' like a flux, get a pre-tin
I don't even think I gotta pretend, niggas would know that I probably got three friends
I f*ck with the real niggas, not the stealin' niggas, 'cause they be thinkin' that shit is funny
I'm tryna figure out why they be callin' us broke, but they the ones taking money
Yeah, think about that, have you ever met a nigga that was like that?
It's another pet peeve, you gotta fight that, like sharing your device, "I ain't write that"
"Why'd you send that message?", I ain't write that shit
Give my dog a bone, he gon' bite that shit
Homework over break, I ain't like that shit
Everywhere I go, "Damn, I like that fit"
Damn, I can't help but notice they all tryna be me
Askin' how much for the Force Ones, the Jordan Breds, and the Jordan 3's
Like, nigga, the f*ck is you on?
You got me confused to the point where I rap that
Honestly, we ain't that different, lil' nigga
We both got the same backpack, on god
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm strapped up
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm strapped up
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm strapped up
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm strapped up (Aye)
Can't have what I want, 'cause I call it
Just got a check goin' straight to my wallet
If you think I'm trippin', I think that you fallin'
Only f*ck with the gang, my niggas, we all in
Yeah, backpack on my back (I'm strapped up)
Niggas know I never lack (I'm strapped up)
I write like a ghost, move like rollercoast', so you can go ahead and sit back (I'm strapped up)
(Don't play me like a joke, nigga)
(Lower your attitude, 'cause I'll wash your mouth out with soap, nigga)
(Barely got any drip, we clearly ain't on the same boat, nigga)
(I'm only telling the truth, I ain't trying to gloat, nigga)
Writer: Chris Garrison
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