Hold Up

And I get right up

Doubt a nigga gangster then come test my shit then nigga
Mob

Black heart stress
Got demons I repress
Disrespect we coming step
I seen them come for less
Running shit since running shit
Strong you know I'm coming flex
Why when we got to pick the way
We choose the one that's hard
I was going to the league
I really fucked up all them cards
Absent from my classes
After practice back to Boston George
Got to meet my quota hit the yard
To get off of my bars
White range new A-R's
Backys stuffed as three of yours
Jeezy had us trappin' hard
20 West we pack the cars
Stash the p's up
In the speakers
Never had a traffic charge
Cut off my right hand cause he went made a statement on me
I could have cried
But let him slide
I just can't hang with homie

Took all the gold chains off
Put tatts all up and down me
To see if I still feel the pain
I'm numb from all my problems
I done seen the darkest days
No sun my sky was cloudy
See I eat kill everything around me
Doctor pile the bodies nigga

Put the knife up in my back
Then nigga left me bleeding
But I get right up
None of them like us
In disbelief Ain't even check to see
If I was breathing
But I get right up
None of them like us

They flood the game with rat niggaz
Act like that ain't happen
Posed to wack them if they live
Then they don't get no action
Up the fastest
I start hitting first then that run up my chances
You can't jam us
Routes is magic
Catch you running down the hashes
Aint no way I could forgive
Unless I send them to the casket
Up this cannon
With the can in
Half a man be empty rapid
Point the barrel through the window
Stick the nigga to the mattress
Dr. Jeckle Mr. Hyde
You get the rapper or a savage nigga

Miss my brother Lord
I really wish that I was with you
Lost my mind that bitch been missing
Mixing percs with x and liquor
Darkest road got used to those
At this point I don't see the difference
Come my time then imma' dive
I bet I take a nigga with me

Heavy is the head That wear the crown on it
Treat the beef with plenty cheese
I just sit a pile on it
Broken leg and busted knee
And then I went a mile on it
Street sweeper that a demon
And it got some miles on it

Momma' crib in Laplace
My Grama up in the city
Came back from Jackson flew uptown
Knew I'd move up in the city
Linked with doc and started popping
We blew up in the city
Out of state rappers
We don't stamp you
You can't come to the city

Look at J-R or Za just have my smile showing
Hit the booth and vent
Spit that amazing
This shit mind blowing
Watching days just run away like
Where the time going
I just keep my head up
Cause I know that's where I'm going
Mob
And I still do this shit for Lord

And I get right up
None of them like us
And I get right up
None of them like us
(Get right up ain't none of them like us)