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act up freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Trubeatz
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Anthony Rodgers Jr




Trubeatz - act up freestyle Lyrics




I'm still a young nigga tryna stack up
When I was a young nigga used to act up
I get blessings from the sky, I don't got luck
I got money on my mind, get your racks up
And if you talkin out your neck, I send that back up
Five stars on the bench, we finna tear it up
We gotta six man and he ready to shoot it up
And when you hear that band, everybody booted up
I got a bad lil' lady, she gone back it up
She keep me goin every day, got me catchin up
I go to work every day I be suited up
Back in the stew every day, ain't no givin up
You better watch where you lay, she a set you up
Bay watch with my bae, we gone live it up
And don't you worry you can stay, ain't no player's club
And for my fam, everyday, I send prayers up

I got the swag, I don't need no damn stylist
Walkin on this tightrope, I'm just tryna balance
Wakin up in this crib, I'm like, damn, this a palace
Used to wake up in granny crib, off them pallets
She just wanna see me work and perform my talents
I been locked in tryna work on my habits
I been locked in, no pen, got that magic
Niggas locked in, in the pen, it's tragic
I just had to go and get my own
Makin all these bangers on my phone
Thinkin bout my niggas that's all gone
Thinkin about them times that I was wrong
Thinkin about that debt and all my loans
Thinkin' about when I ain't had no home
Been dreamin about that life now we own
Dealin' with my problems till they gone
I put in that work, ima put me on
Ima pour it up, I need that Patron
I was down on my ass, had to get me up
Knock them niggas on they ass, if they get buck
Used to hit him with them pads, now they keep it tucked
Got some niggas on his ass, now he keep it tucked
Smellin good now she wanna get in my drawls
Drivin on the highway it be hard to not break laws
Used to ball on the field, now I'm in the booth makin calls
Niggas try to count me out, but I have still stood tall
Money make her dance
Break winner make these bitches wanna be a fan
Ooh, I'm heatin up I had to turn on a fan
Ooh, I'm actin' up I need to sit in a stands
I got a few brothas, I don't need no new friends
This the act up, act up
Slidin' my Altima, but I want a Benz
Better back up, back up, backup,

I'm still a young nigga tryna stack up
When I was a young nigga used to act up
I get blessings from the sky, I don't got luck
I got money on my mind, get your racks up
And if you talkin out your neck, I send that back up
Five stars on the bench, we finna tear it up
We gotta six man and he ready to shoot it up
And when you hear that band, everybody booted up
I got a bad lil' lady, she gone back it up
She keep me goin every day, got me catchin up
I go to work every day I be suited up
Back in the stew every day, ain't no givin up
You better watch where you lay, she a set you up
Bay watch with my bae, we gone live it up
And don't you worry you can stay, ain't no player's club
And for my fam, everyday, I send prayers up
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I'm still a young nigga tryna stack up
When I was a young nigga used to act up
I get blessings from the sky, I don't got luck
I got money on my mind, get your racks up
And if you talkin out your neck, I send that back up
Five stars on the bench, we finna tear it up
We gotta six man and he ready to shoot it up
And when you hear that band, everybody booted up
I got a bad lil' lady, she gone back it up
She keep me goin every day, got me catchin up
I go to work every day I be suited up
Back in the stew every day, ain't no givin up
You better watch where you lay, she a set you up
Bay watch with my bae, we gone live it up
And don't you worry you can stay, ain't no player's club
And for my fam, everyday, I send prayers up

I got the swag, I don't need no damn stylist
Walkin on this tightrope, I'm just tryna balance
Wakin up in this crib, I'm like, damn, this a palace
Used to wake up in granny crib, off them pallets
She just wanna see me work and perform my talents
I been locked in tryna work on my habits
I been locked in, no pen, got that magic
Niggas locked in, in the pen, it's tragic
I just had to go and get my own
Makin all these bangers on my phone
Thinkin bout my niggas that's all gone
Thinkin about them times that I was wrong
Thinkin about that debt and all my loans
Thinkin' about when I ain't had no home
Been dreamin about that life now we own
Dealin' with my problems till they gone
I put in that work, ima put me on
Ima pour it up, I need that Patron
I was down on my ass, had to get me up
Knock them niggas on they ass, if they get buck
Used to hit him with them pads, now they keep it tucked
Got some niggas on his ass, now he keep it tucked
Smellin good now she wanna get in my drawls
Drivin on the highway it be hard to not break laws
Used to ball on the field, now I'm in the booth makin calls
Niggas try to count me out, but I have still stood tall
Money make her dance
Break winner make these bitches wanna be a fan
Ooh, I'm heatin up I had to turn on a fan
Ooh, I'm actin' up I need to sit in a stands
I got a few brothas, I don't need no new friends
This the act up, act up
Slidin' my Altima, but I want a Benz
Better back up, back up, backup,

I'm still a young nigga tryna stack up
When I was a young nigga used to act up
I get blessings from the sky, I don't got luck
I got money on my mind, get your racks up
And if you talkin out your neck, I send that back up
Five stars on the bench, we finna tear it up
We gotta six man and he ready to shoot it up
And when you hear that band, everybody booted up
I got a bad lil' lady, she gone back it up
She keep me goin every day, got me catchin up
I go to work every day I be suited up
Back in the stew every day, ain't no givin up
You better watch where you lay, she a set you up
Bay watch with my bae, we gone live it up
And don't you worry you can stay, ain't no player's club
And for my fam, everyday, I send prayers up
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Writer: Anthony Rodgers Jr
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