Up Time

I been poppin tryna get all of the juice in my soul
I'm on God's plan can't predict the food in my bowl
Okay, I might get off track but God forgive what I owe
He gon come up in my life and be the chef that I know

Up time, Up time, Up time, Count it Up!
Up time, Up time, Up time, Run it Up!
Up time, Up time, Up time, Count it Up!
Up time, Up time, Up time, Run it Up right now!

Not from the east
Not from the west
Say that I'm blessed
But I'm from the middle
Cookin up checks
Takin a rest
But lord would you kill me if I'm eating skittles
Man ona street, playin a fiddle
Writing at work, makin a riddle
Jumpin the corner cause I'm Mr. Kittle but people be tellin me don't get political

Don't get political
I know some people that wanna just ridicule
All of the others who grindin out w's
Don't talk to me when you tryin to barbecue
I think you crazy if i make some revenue
I think you trippin if im irreplaceable
Don't underestimate im not erasable
Im not untraceable

Stereotypical people just wanna convince you
That you are so regular never be nothing outside of the box
Shut out the lies and the voices
So then you can concentrate on what you get and you got
Better than buttering up to the people relying on you for the cream of their crop

Ignorin the fears
Fightin for years
Believe that you got what it takes for the top

I been poppin tryna get all of the juice in my soul
I'm on God's plan can't predict the food in my bowl
Okay, I might get off track but God forgive what I owe
He gon come up in my life and be the chef that I know

Up time, Up time, Up time, Count it Up!
Up time, Up time, Up time, Run it Up!
Up time, Up time, Up time, Count it Up!
Up time, Up time, Up time, Run it Up right now!



Credits
Writer(s): John Swift
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