Yeah yeah, has come to you Big Oh, you got the studio You feelin' good about right now, huh? Satisfied it has to you (6ix)
up let me get up in it now Bitch, I'm to win it now L-O-G-I-C, I'm free, I'm finna bring it now If you know the take a step back and sing it now Never thought I'd have to, but I keep the tinted now Like, la-di-da-di, who got the to my Audi? Last time I said, it viral, I don't fuck with nobody And I don't with you, you, them, her and him too 'Cause none of y'all know a fucking thing 'bout what I through And all that superficial you love I'm just not into And when it comes to gettin' deep in this rap shit been to Like the pussy, push me I ain't no killer, but you the rest You think I caught the holy spirit how I'm feelin' Ain't no contest to all this shit, it just ain't no test and get laid to rest, boy, step and get laid to rest And ain't no "S" on my but I'm still gunnin' While half of these still runnin' I've learned everything attained and they still 'front him Like God damn, I'm the man Used to call you a hater, you a motherfuckin' nobody built himself a brand like me I ain't signed a shoe deal 'cause I'm for Nike To recognize all youngins wanna be just like me Cut the check for 20 Million right now and we see Everybody rockin' my kicks, positivity I get up, I get up
I get up, when I'm Had enough, almost drowned, when rough I get tough and I'm beaten to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh I get up, uh, uh I get up, I'm down Had enough, almost drowned, when rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh I get up, uh, uh I get up
Never address me as "Robert" it's about that Dinero Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' I'm not defined by clothes, and zeros It don't if you got six dollars or six figures on the creep in the end we all six feet deep Meanwhile, I'll be on the 6ix beat Flashbacks and havin' visions way back in Every single one of my homies and me Cuttin' had to get up out it, make a hit, about it Youngin' wit' a but nobody gave a shit about it Ten years later pick up a pen, a hit about it And back then I I'd be defined by how good I rhyme Not like rappers with shit flows, but look good online Not to feel bad for speakin' bout this shit on my mind Or called a faggot or nigger or cracker who wish he was I wish I could my homophobic, racist attacker and smack the outta they ass as is possible It's highly improbable, it's But still, way too many people feel how I on the real, on the real, on the motherfuckin' real
I get up, when I'm Had enough, almost drowned, when rough I get tough and I'm beaten to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh I get up, uh, uh I get up, when I'm Had enough, almost drowned, shit rough I get tough and I'm beaten to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh I get up, uh, uh
Ayo motherfuckin' said that shit on my last album but you tapping in a mumble let's make America rap again Industry don't give a fuck about rap or what's Fuck a Hype Beast, bitch, now who me? Nobody reports the music, this shit, rap TMZ Nowadays everyone divided, so I collided with headlines to that Go 'head now boy and preach Wash my of this negativity, word to three stacks So fresh, so clean, who the illest on the Wu-Tang, get the Sinatra 'gon supreme Hoping your mental get out feelins like dental This shit is consequential, lightin' a fire to the Can you feel the flame? Nah, this shit won't be the same Fuck a rap beef, I promise I want all of to prosper But deep you know it's only 'gon be one Mufasa I'm the king, fuck the bling, but just make you kiss the ring All these rappers I came up on, I surpassed on, I it sting now Don't try to twist my words and turn that some shit I love all you motherfuckers, just want to hear you Dropped my last shit, the whole wide applauded it Game still ain't giving me my credit so audit it I'm heartless like in '08 that's word to NO I.D Now all know who I be I'm out Jay-Z to jump up on the track me and smack the whole industry 'em what that real rap do The ball's in court, Hov I hope to hear Guru, woo!