Shape Up / Ship Out

Tell me do you got that
Wit you
Will you pop that pistol
Everytime that it need to blow
Or will ya
Fold under pressure
As the heat rises
Let a hitta know
Xuz this here is real shit
Real shit I swear
So real it'll take ya soul
So I was told
You either shape up
Or ship out

The bitxh route
I never took
Unless I took ya bitxh out
Afterwards
Kixked yo bitxh out
To all new tough guys
I'll bring your old bitxh out
Papi rixe on these routes
Boy I been out
Eliminated all doubts
After skinnin trout
Lessons jewels ways to move
Been given out
So why is it bullshit
Is all y'all dishin out
Huh
No answers
I'm feeling like future
Niggas should've been danxers
Xlaimin they wit the shits
How they'll bring a nigga xanxer
I pray that big boy talk
Fits in that lil lanxer
Being shit is not a joke
And I'm down to do whatever
To prevent me being broke
Understand that's how I'm xomin
There's the memo keep the note
How you play
Will xhoose ya fate
Will you stay or
Will you go

How being dead feel
Sinxe the feel of being lapped
You have
And I'm only on a treadmill
I been runnin shit
So I don't know how my legs feel
So stand up
I don't know how a bed feel
Ya best xhill
For I give her the best dill
Or I xould xatxh a best kill
Whixh evers the better deal
For you
Deny'em and flex still
Reap holes so big
Xant fix it wit flex seal
For real
It ain't a game here
Family over all
There's more than a gang here
You gotta do a lot more
Than earn stain here
If you dont work
You won't eat a fuxkin grain here
Yeah
Bet I'm all in
For all bouts
Thru the good thru the sad
Thru the fuxkin droughts
All want ends
Then think its quixk
To reaxh the outs (Siri)
How many players you seen
get to leave
After beating house
Sheesh
You'll never understand
The feeling of xomin up
Off a fuxkin gram
Every horse in the stall
A xalm hunnit bands
Wit a rod on god
That'll never ever jam