Spill My Cup

You have to put the cup down
Put the cup down, what you mean? You trippin'
You either gon' stop or I'ma start hidin' it from you
You ain't gon' touch my stuff, man
I don't take your stuff, don't take your stuff
Don't you want to see your kids get big? (We astronauts with this shit, my nigga)
You trippin', man, it ain't even that deep
Play with your grandkids
Man, trippin', man, I'ma do all of that, trust
All of that stuff is really, really, really important, I'm tellin' you
What you gon' do if I pour it out?
Man, don't pour my shit out, what you talkin' 'bout? (Let me see it)
Don't touch my shit (let me see it)
Man, put my pint down, man (no)
Put my pint down, it's my shit (I just need my space right now)

Damn, you cut me deep, feel like I spilled my cup
Let's one-up this bag, until I'm rich as fuck (let's one-up these, yeah)
I work way too hard to treat this shit like luck (I work way too hard)
I've been sensin' hatin' from the ones I love

Pull up to the club, gave me random dubs
I can't hold a grudge, drive me through the mud
Pourin' fours of blood, pourin' fours of Wock' (yeah, yeah)
Masterpiece my clock, closin' half a dollar, quarter on my opps
Shit, I want it back, did a nigga bad, now I'm in my bag
Carry on, buy Louis just to hold my cash
It be hard to smoke, remember I was cryin'
Niggas on the 'Gram, I do it for the fam'
Two gunners in the Lamb', the po-po come out, scram (Haha, yeah)
I had a talk with God, like give me one more chance
I won't let you down, bro, gon' work the pounds (oh)
Brand new Nike tech, I'm finna serve the town
Watch collection mean and got swerved around (yeah)
I was with my kid, I want 'em murdered now
Gotta see my face, gotta hear my name
Gotta feel my pain, fucked me up that day
Sometimes I be stressed, finna clean it all
Give it all today, took the harder way
I'm in the mall with bae, like "Put your purse away"
You know it's all on me, these hoes done called on me
I still can't call a soul that take a toll on me, that drink controllin' me
I'm the one supposed to be, no, I can't ask for shit
I got racks to blow, I got racks to give, time for my kids
Look at how I live, Hermes in the crib, Hermes on my bitch
Hermes on my belt, I'ma tryna whip a brick
Say they want the old Ray, tell them niggas "Suck a dick"
I'm at the top, I'm lookin' down, they know I come from the trenches
I just had a talk with Wilson, new Cuban gettin' linched
You know, we look like the mob, be quiet, you get pinched
I'm a warrior side to side, fuckin' up my rims
Dior to match the jacket, I rock 'em like they Timbs, you know
You know, you that I'm him (you know that I'm him)

Damn, you cut me deep, felt like I spilled my cup
Let's one-up this bag, until I'm rich as fuck
I work way too hard to treat this shit like luck
I've been sensin' hatin' from the ones I love