Stand Up
I'm the type of guy that'll punch you and pick you up
I say "fuck you" to lift me up
Goddamn
My luck's good, and then it sucks
But it's been on an up view, it twists and turns
I rap since teens time
Now go ahead and call me white
But rap was never about an image, it was always bout the voice
Adam Levine
You marooned in your argument
So call me spearheaded cuz you know I got a point
I might kill a hoe, that's a homicide
Rap is like my home, but I'm not known yet
And they told me "put your home aside"
But I am coming in, get a load of mine
I'm the one digging holes, so I'll get the gold with mine
But better no fakes and a lonely night
I won't resize for some owner buy
The only way to label me is if the word is nice
I ain't scared, you can stop, bitch get rid of the pumpkins
I can, but I do not want to live in dysfunction
I'm spent when I'm lost, plus my feelings are numbing
They said I take things to heart
Is that an insult or something?
Like a hobo in the sewer, I'm living rap shit
@Twisthiphop, that is my address
This is habit, hand it out like "here" and disappear
It's a twist, it's magic
This my sincerest fabric, no I won't look back
Drop a single like the bed-type my bro snooze at
Out of stock and availability, so hoes look past
I just drop relatability, from my own moved past
So move past the "who", you better know my fucking name
Yeah, move past the "Who", Doc I ain't really change a face
You roll up with a pistol, I just roll up with a brain
Hate, you'll meet my fist tho just to see I ain't a saint
Little bitch, I see I'm late but I am not apologetic
I'm just cryptic with the lyrics so you don't get what I intended
If you do you know the game like you been playing since Nintendo
If you don't and you just mumble I just say "no comprehendo"
I'm sent so I don't choke I just get throat
As checks go, I'm not broke, I ain't rich tho
Enrich tho, I got hope
And I can gloat about my person, few people got that potential
So lose evil, yeah, go grab what you're sent for
If they try to bring you down, don't go scoop to their level
Move it along, if you feel wrong then let's go
Out of your situation, who gives a fuck if you upset hoes
Your set goals are way bigger than opinions
Or some minions, goddamn, I'm full, fed up
It gets old
When all they ever do is diminish
So don't listen, they deserve a good lesson
So all I'm saying is "uu, stand up"
I say "fuck you" to lift me up
Goddamn
My luck's good, and then it sucks
But it's been on an up view, it twists and turns
I rap since teens time
Now go ahead and call me white
But rap was never about an image, it was always bout the voice
Adam Levine
You marooned in your argument
So call me spearheaded cuz you know I got a point
I might kill a hoe, that's a homicide
Rap is like my home, but I'm not known yet
And they told me "put your home aside"
But I am coming in, get a load of mine
I'm the one digging holes, so I'll get the gold with mine
But better no fakes and a lonely night
I won't resize for some owner buy
The only way to label me is if the word is nice
I ain't scared, you can stop, bitch get rid of the pumpkins
I can, but I do not want to live in dysfunction
I'm spent when I'm lost, plus my feelings are numbing
They said I take things to heart
Is that an insult or something?
Like a hobo in the sewer, I'm living rap shit
@Twisthiphop, that is my address
This is habit, hand it out like "here" and disappear
It's a twist, it's magic
This my sincerest fabric, no I won't look back
Drop a single like the bed-type my bro snooze at
Out of stock and availability, so hoes look past
I just drop relatability, from my own moved past
So move past the "who", you better know my fucking name
Yeah, move past the "Who", Doc I ain't really change a face
You roll up with a pistol, I just roll up with a brain
Hate, you'll meet my fist tho just to see I ain't a saint
Little bitch, I see I'm late but I am not apologetic
I'm just cryptic with the lyrics so you don't get what I intended
If you do you know the game like you been playing since Nintendo
If you don't and you just mumble I just say "no comprehendo"
I'm sent so I don't choke I just get throat
As checks go, I'm not broke, I ain't rich tho
Enrich tho, I got hope
And I can gloat about my person, few people got that potential
So lose evil, yeah, go grab what you're sent for
If they try to bring you down, don't go scoop to their level
Move it along, if you feel wrong then let's go
Out of your situation, who gives a fuck if you upset hoes
Your set goals are way bigger than opinions
Or some minions, goddamn, I'm full, fed up
It gets old
When all they ever do is diminish
So don't listen, they deserve a good lesson
So all I'm saying is "uu, stand up"
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Writer(s): Tj Cheshire
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