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Man Up
(f/ J.R. Writer)

2X]
Nigga stand up (what) put ya up (what)
Keep the tan on the land and your cam (what)
a damn must
For me to separate the pimps the chimps homie, it's time to (man up)

Yeah do it

1]
You's a damn duck, you ain't man up (nope)
At the precinct to give ya man up
Like for real man him where the tan tucked
Or you'll be in handcuffs sittin' on the bus (stop cryin')
Lookin for a way out, for a day out (day out)
And that day comes, shit I'm lookin just to stay out
Pushers what J bout (what's that)
I keep a couple in the crib, feels like you're lookin through a playhouse (whoa)
It's been this ugly, the love me (me)
Ya cars are old, ya rims look (look at 'em)
Fam I'm blingin me (trust me)
Princess cut, fuckin look like the cut me (bling)
cost me 30, a brick that's a birdie (birdie)
District, dipshit, I'm rich and early (early)
These be thirsty (uhh huh) ursty (uhh huh)
Cause my carry enough ice to fix you a Slurpee, heard me

2X]

Uhh, Yeah, I'm in

2]
Yo, I breeze by the coppers, the imposters (eeeeerrrt)
Speak to the rastas, round table feastin' on (hey)
Plus keep a on my roster (to do what)
Stuffed with enough damn candy to be a (holla)
by the pool with pia colata
Weed and some vodka, ohh boy, on her knockers (ohh boy)
Every I'm seen with is proper
I'm wham bam, fam lam, see ya maana (see ya)
The Don for surely, a Don want ya shorty (shorty)
Shorty check me out, ya moms ignore me (no)
Disgusting, ya aunt to a orgy (come on over)
Young but I'll still be the when I'm 40 (word)
creep I'm the truth, I speak for the youth
The streets where my be all week on the stoop
Still breeze through in (uhh huh)
You'll spot and stop why drop the top when you can see through the roof, poof

2X]

Allright let's this up