[Lyric] When I Was Up (Juss Kev & Travon)

[Intro]

When I was up.. Around..
Needed a friend.. All you could never be found

[Hook]
When I was up
You would always come around
But when I needed a friend
All you could never be found

[Verse 1: Juss Kev]

I’m on the verge of insanity, Searching frantically
For purpose through these verses I disperse emphatically
On the surface all you hear is curse and profanity
And if you dig deeper you’d start understanding me
Granted thee words you heard could be served romantically
But at first there’s spoken words of broken promises
No honestness, Piranha with fangs named anonymous
Leaving reserved emotions, Blurred but potent
And it’s hard to cope with that so instead I wrote this rap
Dope as prophylacs over soulful tracks I hope my vocals match
When I ball I’m finna pay all my coaches back
Niggas be cool in high school and now they smoking crack
So here are the keys to success love few and trust less
Cause it causes much stress
It’s crazy when friends all turn suspect
Shit I don’t know what’s next
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Travon]

Lonely thoughts got a nigga making social moves
Niggas hating when I’m doing what I’m posed to do
Probably cause I’m fucking bitches that you hoping too
And I be posted in the crowd when niggas wasn’t open to
A lil nigga with the slick talk
Wanna be the biggest nigga out with the pimp walk
Acting hella shitty, Niggas should be pissed off
Friends turn to foes will regret it if I missed yall
So don’t be late for the liftoff
We lift up and bring a spare tire for the pickup
Tryna gain a couple pounds and use a couple sit ups
And you could meet a nigga at the top if you with us
But that’s just me myself and I
And if the fan belt roling then I’m down for the ride
And if your mans ain’t stroking I’m down for the dive
It all comes down we went down for our size
No need to lie cause we despise
I’m on some nigga shit you mad cause we alive, My niggas ride
Yeah bruh that’s what my niggas said
It ain’t tonight boy then it got to be a different day
Life only got one flight better pick a plane
Bitch only got one hole, Bunch of different ways
Now she like it my position is new
But I never had feelings yo I was missing the truth
Boy spitting like he missin a tooth
And how you bagging on me when I’m in position to shoot, Pow
Another nigga dead and didn’t have to die
But all the world see is yellow tape when they passing by
Law telling me no, But I’m asking why?
Cause 52 weeks of the year I’m on some mastermind shit
And they after my shit, Tryna tax my shit
Cause a nigga’s got a swag like he rich
[Hook]