[Intro: Lor Scoota]
Up Next
(Let that shit rock, Davo)
Get love in my city
Next got the love
Up Next

[Chorus: Lor Scoota]
Get love from my hood, my city
I don't see nobody fuckin' with me
Started from the bottom like Louis Vuittons
Now I'm on top my city
'Til I die, I'ma be a real n***a
Long as I'm alive, I'ma be a real n***a
Almost cried when I lost my n***a
Lost a lotta lives out here in these trenches
Get love from my hood, my city
I don't see nobody fuckin' with me
Started from the bottom like Louis Vuittons
Now I'm on top my city
'Til I die, I'ma be a real n***a
Long as I'm alive, I'ma be a real n***a
Almost cried whеn I lost my n***a
Lost a lotta lives out here in thеse trenches

[Verse 1: Lor Scoota]
Lost my bitch, lost my n***a
Lost my money, get that back
Fuck that bitch, I miss my n***a
Feel good puttin' on for my city
Every day, I wake up in Baltimore City
But my clothes look like they're from Italy
I was already feelin' myself
Now I got everybody else feelin' me
Hit the radio lot, they feelin' me
The real n***as on your block, they feelin' me
You ain't never seen a young n***a real as me
You hatin' if you say you ain't feelin' me
I'ma make it before I turn twenty-three
No fake shit, this Rollie was 20K
That shit you rock look hella fake
We eatin' over here, you can get a plate
Take back-to-back trips to another state
And I be in the mall like all day
If you need motivation, just look at me
I'm a young n***a, I ain't have a damn thing
Now everybody follow my campaign
Every bad bitch know my damn name
Real n***as all over feel my pain
This shit real life, no rap game
[Chorus: Lor Scoota]
Get love from my hood, my city
I don't see nobody fuckin' with me
Started from the bottom like Louis Vuittons
Now I'm on top my city
'Til I die, I'ma be a real n***a
Long as I'm alive, I'ma be a real n***a
Almost cried when I lost my n***a
Lost a lotta lives out here in these trenches
Get love from my hood, my city
I don't see nobody fuckin' with me
Started from the bottom like Louis Vuittons
Now I'm on top my city
'Til I die, I'ma be a real n***a
Long as I'm alive, I'ma be a real n***a
Almost cried when I lost my n***a
Lost a lotta lives out here in these trenches

[Verse 2: YBS Skola]
Started in the Vill', all I wanted was an Ac'
I'm up now and I be ridin' in a 'Bach
Still fucked up my man got whacked (Damn)
He the reason this shit on the map (Up Next)
These n***as don't get no love
Up Next don't like you, I ain't givin' you dap (On God)
I been holdin' shit down since then
Still droppin' them bangers and shit out my bag
Five-percent tint, can't see through the car (Nope)
Had to get out the streets 'cause I end up a star
Where I be at, still Shinning and shit (Shinner)
Ain't never in town 'cause we takin' it far
Look at the way my diamonds hit (Woo)
Young and Truth, I do it for y'all
Big Backwood, I don't do the cigar (No)
Tryna be me, I ain't tryna be tall
I can't lie, I'm grindin', y'all
Free calls, ain't got no time for them (Nope)
Labels want my catalogue
Shit, go tell 'em I need an M
Givin' this shit my all, I know I'ma ball like I'm KD and 'nem
Streets took most of my dogs, I miss 'em all, I really needed them
[Chorus: Lor Scoota]
Get love from my hood, my city
I don't see nobody fuckin' with me
Started from the bottom like Louis Vuittons
Now I'm on top my city
'Til I die, I'ma be a real n***a
Long as I'm alive, I'ma be a real n***a
Almost cried when I lost my n***a
Lost a lotta lives out here in these trenches
Get love from my hood, my city
I don't see nobody fuckin' with me
Started from the bottom like Louis Vuittons
Now I'm on top my city
'Til I die, I'ma be a real n***a
Long as I'm alive, I'ma be a real n***a
Almost cried when I lost my n***a
Lost a lotta lives out here in these trenches

[Outro: YBS Skola]
Long live my motherfuckin' dog
Voice of the city, Scoota Up Next
Holdin' this shit down for you, n***a, I hope you smilin' down, n***a, this shit for life
Shinners