[Intro]
Awww...
You gotta get up. You gotta get up
Ayeee.. You gotta go do it
Oh Lord

[Hook]
Get up and make something shake, hey
I ain't got time to wait, noo
I knew that one day I'd be great, Ohh
But, sometimes I feel out of place, Ohh
Think a n***a came from Outter Space, ohh
Balmain boots like I'm walking on the moon
Diamonds real wet Like i got em out a pool
Money long like a bus. I could take yo ass to school

[Verse 1]
I can see the future. They ain't even believe me
Kept comparing me to Future. Then, he had DM'ed me
I'm in my own lane. I ride my own wave
I paved my own way. I had to get paid
And I'm from the Dub. They ain't heard of that
5 years later. Bet the whole Dub on the map
Ayeeee..
And I did some things that..... (shhh) aye
I ain't gone say too much....
Naw, n***a don't talk. Shut Up!
Fuck n***a, bet up
I'm on the Gas. I'm pressing the pedal
You ain't having stones in your bezel
My Rollie cold like the weather
Too much drip. Need an umbrella
I need to write a book on how to put this shit together
They say I need to model cause of the way a n***a stepping
Ranch, Dressing. I got a confession...
At my last show I walked in with a weapon
Lead (led) Zeppelin. I think I'm a rockstar
Shawty do tricks on this dick. She a Cock-Star
12 Get behind me, Might smash on a Cop Car
The way I Pop Shit. I might turn to a Pop-Star
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Run that check up and go Crazy baby
Dope n***a, but I wasn't born in the 80's
Ball like the Pacers. Ball (bald) like a baby
Drop balls in your bitch Jaw on the daily
Fuck the hate, n***a. Stand tall on my Ten Toes
And my name still in their mouth like Mentos
I don't give a fuck. Might flex up in a rental
It don't matter. Either way, It's something that You didn't do
They tryna keep up...
They can't even keep up...
Naw you can't be us...
Fuck n***a, we up...
Up like the ceiling fan, n***a
They know I been the man, n***a
And these n***as just some fans, n***a

[Hook]