Metane - Button Up Lyrics

Button Up
Button Up
My nigga If your blood too thin
Better mind your biz
Buttoned up
You better button up
Sometimes I can think of nothing can't blink or Function
Frustration building I think I'm feeling this Tension coming
Every day I pick up the phone hittin' different Numbers
Saying be safe to my momma brother my sister Cousins
Shit I remember that fucking day when they Killed my cousin
He just got out of that prison got caught up Running
With some mothafuckas with foul intentions in Leaving him covered
In his own blood they set him up the Reason I wonder fuck
Gotta say man some of this shit still aches
May be the reason ain't slept in 6 years straight m
Man I know a lot of y'all niggas thats hearing Really feel this pain
May be the reason why you peel them eights
Shit I don't blame you
Living in the world where they always say what You can't do
Give it all you got till you feeling that you ain't able
And your backs against the wall only options of getting out of it
Is drawing on niggas like an artist and tapping Pockets better
Button Up
What a cold world we live, what a cold world we live in
Button Up
Tell me just what flows all through your veins
My nigga If your blood too thin keep your ass in The house
Better mind your biz when you passing these Routes
Or you'll get buttoned up
It's a cold day in hell
You better button up
Such a cold day in hell
I ain't really got much more advice to give to ya
Just keep your trench or that peacoat on in that field nigga
S/o the hustlers the gangsters and all my real niggas
That keep it trill and could give a fuck what you feel nigga
I stay surrounded by mamas that move in silence
They hear the cries get the silencer it ain't shit just to silence ya
All while rockin dem heels nigga
If you don't like it better move up to them hills nigga
I ain't glorifying
Cuz theres more to life just to owning stripes and pouring nines
And death is on your conscious getting tortured by it court assignments
Mourning by the corpses in the morning side its horrifying
Morgue is stuffed cuz more of us is firing and more of us is dying
Lord I know your tired
Know your tired of it fucking nines busting
Crime buzzing time doesnt hide when is mine coming
When forced to live that life aint hard to fucking find trouble
Betta look alive when you outside mothafucka betta
Button Up
What a cold world we live, what a cold world we live in
Button Up
Tell me just what flows all through your veins
My nigga If your blood too thin keep your ass in The house
Better mind your biz when you passing these Routes
Or you'll get buttoned up
It's a cold day in hell
You better button up
Such a cold day in hell

Button Up
Button Up
My nigga If your blood too thin
Better mind your biz
Buttoned up
You better button up
Sometimes I can think of nothing can't blink or Function
Frustration building I think I'm feeling this Tension coming
Every day I pick up the phone hittin' different Numbers
Saying be safe to my momma brother my sister Cousins
Shit I remember that fucking day when they Killed my cousin
He just got out of that prison got caught up Running
With some mothafuckas with foul intentions in Leaving him covered
In his own blood they set him up the Reason I wonder fuck
Gotta say man some of this shit still aches
May be the reason ain't slept in 6 years straight m
Man I know a lot of y'all niggas thats hearing Really feel this pain
May be the reason why you peel them eights
Shit I don't blame you
Living in the world where they always say what You can't do
Give it all you got till you feeling that you ain't able
And your backs against the wall only options of getting out of it
Is drawing on niggas like an artist and tapping Pockets better
Button Up
What a cold world we live, what a cold world we live in
Button Up
Tell me just what flows all through your veins
My nigga If your blood too thin keep your ass in The house
Better mind your biz when you passing these Routes
Or you'll get buttoned up
It's a cold day in hell
You better button up
Such a cold day in hell
I ain't really got much more advice to give to ya
Just keep your trench or that peacoat on in that field nigga
S/o the hustlers the gangsters and all my real niggas
That keep it trill and could give a fuck what you feel nigga
I stay surrounded by mamas that move in silence
They hear the cries get the silencer it ain't shit just to silence ya
All while rockin dem heels nigga
If you don't like it better move up to them hills nigga
I ain't glorifying
Cuz theres more to life just to owning stripes and pouring nines
And death is on your conscious getting tortured by it court assignments
Mourning by the corpses in the morning side its horrifying
Morgue is stuffed cuz more of us is firing and more of us is dying
Lord I know your tired
Know your tired of it fucking nines busting
Crime buzzing time doesnt hide when is mine coming
When forced to live that life aint hard to fucking find trouble
Betta look alive when you outside mothafucka betta
Button Up
What a cold world we live, what a cold world we live in
Button Up
Tell me just what flows all through your veins
My nigga If your blood too thin keep your ass in The house
Better mind your biz when you passing these Routes
Or you'll get buttoned up
It's a cold day in hell
You better button up
Such a cold day in hell