Yung Baller - COOPED UP IN THE STU Lyrics

I ain't cooped up in the stu', my name Lu
How you gone make it, not off a fluke ?
2v1 droppin' em off, i ain't Bruce
Bring the mic every time, fire in the booth
You can't freestyle, how could I lose ?
Can't keep a bitch, so you mad at mine
Stay in Minnesota where the trees look like pines
Beefin' over my old bitch, it must be a crime
More emotional every time you speak
We supposed to be locked in, but you tweaked
Niggas lying about the labels calling
Worry about your career, bitch, it is stalling
Call me YB if I gamble, it's all in
Stay solid, it's all in
Hold on
Call me YB if I gamble, it's all in
Ain't cut out for this, there's always college
Try to use my name to benefit
Who faking streams ?, I guess you been a bitch
If I get a hit, bitch, I'ma need 10 of it
CGO INC, off the label, you rented it
Rapping from the trenches, only can get you so far
Your flow dried out, always go M.I.A, Where the hideout ?
But If i'm in the hideout come find me
Grew up in the hood, don't let that define me
Don't get mad if I'm the one with the label signing
Some of y'all niggas sweet like iced tea
Some of y'all shawties in love with grinding
Dumb and dumber, the Cap Brothers
Lying behind our back, this ain't rap, brother
If I make it to the top, don't try to dap, brother
You did us dirty first, don't get mad
You gone be 30 at target for work, go get yo pad
Niggas done f*cked up, you shouldn't really f*ck with them young niggas
CGO INC in this motherf*cka, nigga, done told you
Never disrespect my label, authenticity's what we bring to the table
You write all your shit down, can't think for yourself
Dissing on Yung Baller is bad for your health
All your homie does is freestyle
Talking crazy, like he knocking all them teeth out
Meanwhile, CGO out this track, peace out, bitch