Lil Chuckee - Get Up lyrics

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Lil Chuckee - Get Up lyrics

[Intro:] Time, Time ain't waiting on no one on no one This is slow right Where i'm going I don't know where that go But I am gonna' show them They ain't gon' forget our names They gon' know us Bu=oy you're lucky you ain't go through nothing I still have n***as tryna run in my house I still had to look around when I went out But I coulda been robbing I coulda been stealing But my interest ambitious got me living much different [Verse 1:] You asleep? You up huh? Seems like you wanna focus when n***as pa**in blunts And I ain't getting on your a** But we getting all this funk my n***a Gas ain't cheap ain't nobody chauffeuring us That n***a in line, on that n***a But that n***a getting cheques In two minutes ima call you back Stacking up now you mad at Chuck, for what? He busy chasing paper That's your a** lacking bruh And I mean, some of us want it Well, all of us want it But some think the sky gon' turn diamond in the morning And I don't see how you dream about the Life and the benefits when you Know you got the talent to go out and do the sh** But you chose not, yea you f**in chose not Get off your, a** get fat Get off your a**, go out Roll a blunt now blow it out I know that it's a long route But make sure they remember you But if you have to show out [Chorus:] I know you down on your a** But my n***a get right Specialize on the side just to help you get right I mean it should be worse It used to be worse It coulda been a body lying up in that hearse So get up n***a, don't sit on your a** Get up n***a go and get this cash Get up, Get up n***a go perfect your craft Get up, because they ain't gon' give it to you They ain't gon give it to you [Verse 2:] Pre-judgement of my image Guess it's cuss the dreads He too wild we can't control him That's what they said Now tell the truth man Was it just too real And a feel to sell your soul for a f**ing record deal And they always say look up when you search My grandmama told me I better see you in church So (Sunday morning) grab the bible (Where it was) Next to the rifle Lord forgive me for all this damage I'm doing That [?] running through me My motives they are still approved And the way I'm living you'll probably would think it's vicious Cause TV got you delirious I hope you know that this turned out Cause i'm serious, we ain't playing Working, still busting our a** Who slayering All that lazy sh** ain't ok with me You got your arms and your legs b**h don't play with me [Chorus] [Outro:] Don't let nobody tell you what you can or what you can't do Boy go get what's yours you heard me Uh huh, make sure that they know Can't afford to stop I gotta do this sh** for KO Its called self motivation man Don't wait on nobody to tell you what you can do or what you can't You control your future boy Get Up, Get up