(Intro)
Imma have a lovely lady called Anna sing to you guys for a minute
Can't trust no weak a** n***as
(Chorus)
You can't let nobody stand in your way!
You just gotta get back up, yeah!
You just gotta get back up, oh!
And take down everything that you cannot change now
You just gotta get back up, yeah!
You just gotta get back up, oh!
(Verse 1)
I'm superb. The super
I intend to be high calibur
Let you know, I'm the one, but I ain't in my prime
Better yet, I'm self reflecting; I don't need a light to shine
Closest you are to a 10 is you gripping a 9
You ain't feeling me? You definitely deaf or you lying
They just wanna punch me down; they must think I'm Hawaiian
I learned how to take a loss; I don't do it often
I'm tryna run the game, till I suffer from exhaustion
Damn, I'm 18 now. Achieving the dream now
Want the level of fame where I could make people scream
I believe that I could do it; f** you if you think I can't
It's a long shot, I know; you just don't understand
See the lack of black brothers that actually go to college
School or not, shoutout to you if you serious bout your knowledge
I learn, I burn, but most of all wait my turn
God got a plan for me, so I'm never concerned
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
I mean yeah I'm something new, but why these people be trying me?
You listen to the gossip, not the facts; call 'em Blake Lively
Live & in charge; they be calling me fee
I got that Scorpio power; bring the stinger out like a bee
That's why they much rather listen to me spitting on MP3
I love when people think they know me; they ain't sipping no tea
I got a slick mouth, so I gotta Jheri curl n***as
Fake n***as say they real; best of both world n***as
Ain't no Hannah Montana b**h; excuse my French!
When I get up in the game, your only play is the bench
You see I finish what I start; first to cross the race line
Got the bars leaving egg on your face, like mace
Got 'em clocking outta work, like a leave of absence
Talk is cheap; there is nothing speaking louder than your actions
My words, I mean
Attain the dream
Throwing dirt up on my name, like your laundry is clean
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
If your mission is to f** with me; nah Plan B!
You make it rain, I'm tryna make it Hurricane Sandy
Double entendre. Do you know what I mean?
Your story never added up & I ain't talking a mean
Everybody asking "If the rap don't work, then whats your back up?"
I guess I'm on such a high to where I feel like it'll have to work
Like calm down though! You ain't got the crown though
You at the bottom! Ain't even make it outta town though
That was a reminder to myself, guilty consciences
Didn't go to college meanwhile avoiding the consequence
Moving on ahead; gotta clockwise on 'em
Never give a hater time of day; I despise all 'em!
I could be a statistic & get in trouble, go to jail
Or successful, meaning black deprivation will heal
Because imma savage everybody know my rhyming is lavish
I'm so co*ky, but yet I'm humble; elevating my status
Yeah!
(Chorus) x2
(Outro)
Boss!
Fiendix!
Anna!
One time on 'em
Get Back Up!
Urban Legend Has It: The EP
The experience
The savior
The one
*chuckle*
Yeah!