Get Up

They on they own talking bout how they don't know the struggle But struggle do for character what steroids do for muscles So I'm flexing in a teenage no flex zone And they hate but I'm a keep on And we straight but want mo I'm a cutthroat (ill) This ain't mathematics this is bad asses Spazzing out in traffic Lay it down flow is craftmatic Dagnabbit Im coo-coo for the fruit loops I'm a gun blast to a grunge band I'm a Tutsi to a Hutu (still) I wreak shop High school prom queen bang cock In a Denny's bathroom off blow Windy city niggas cold blowin through the Elbow Out the mitten to the O set up shop for the doe (Lets get it) I'm on my running man Usain Bolt In Jamaica chasing paper couple grand for the show My man said I can't show success no more Illuminati coming at said they want what I know (Come get it) All I do is work ethic at its best And I'm a work til the death til no conspiracy left My chain don't swang cuz ain't no chain on my neck I take pride in simply knowing I'm the best (Muthafucka) Get Up I can gun you down and gun you down too cuz black lives only matter when the white boy shoots They can say it's too soon and it is and will be Until Jesus comes through and have a couple brews with me I talk it like a bring it ace shit like Rollie Fingers Ace sixes is the meanest Bruce Banner at his greenest (For real) But I'm cool got family on a hunnid And you'll never see us coming like fucking a blind woman Insults from a kind cousin off wine constantly buzzing I'm high like a bird fly I'm right but possibly bugging So let's do it like it no tomorrow today F*ck it I hit it harder than Ms. Parker can take Im great in my own way I'm death at my own wake I'm two step ahead but success two steps away My teeth don't gleam cuz ain't no smile on my face I'll smile when I perch first second and third place Get Up