get up, get up [x7]
check it, i load up my clip with my lyrical ammunition.
as i cross the long part-tion that i rival with
as i break it down, why get psychological?
when you’re making something where the odds are
claiming you’re the best, step aside, take a rest.
i show you a little sample and i’ll put you to the
cause you’re zero, n-body, never made a cut (cut).
never made it sold, yet the women shake their b-tt.
never heard your lyrics been thrown in the mix. your
flow might be good, but your ego needs a fix punk.
but your ego needs a fix punk [x4]
i get ’em up, get the f-ck up.
jump like a nut and scream that you’re f-cked up.
the no-name is back ’cause he never ever left.
so brilliant, so good get a t-t before a tat.
when i’m clean as the light, then i’ll clean up my
i lay on the bed and it cuts like knife.
but i swear if i could (didn’t).
but it never would be stopped.
coming again and coming again to get your love that i
i am your boy and i can make time fly.
i am your guy and i’m always get (gon) get by.
take two when i’m you, and waiting for the quarashi
game to get beaten.
first i came solo, but now i got a team. it’s the four
yo stoney flex is on the mic and doing damage.
and your mom jump and jack her fast and get some
it doesn’t matter how i ever been i don’t get back but
i put it in.
the more i give the less.
don’t wanna feel the stress.
don’t want to be seen before i, i better lean it.
it’s like another i’ve touched before.
but this town and now i’m gone.