Yeah yeah, has come to you Big Oh, you got the studio You feelin' good about right now, huh? it has come to you (6ix)
up let me get up in it now Bitch, I'm to win it now L-O-G-I-C, I'm free, I'm finna bring it now If you the words take a step back and sing it now thought I'd have to, but I keep the windows tinted now Like, la-di-da-di, who got the to my Audi? time I said, it went viral, I don't fuck with nobody And I don't with you, you, them, her and him too none of y'all know a fucking thing 'bout what I been through And all superficial shit you love I'm just not into And when it to gettin' deep in this rap shit I've been to the pussy, don't push me I ain't no killer, but you know the You think I caught the holy how I'm feelin' blessed Ain't no contest to all this shit, it just ain't no test and get laid to rest, boy, step and get laid to rest And ain't no "S" on my chest but I'm gunnin' While half of these motherfuckers runnin' I've learned everything I've attained and they still him Like God damn, I'm the man Used to call you a hater, you a motherfuckin' nobody built himself a brand like me I ain't signed a shoe deal I'm waitin' for Nike To recognize all youngins wanna be just like me Cut the for 20 Million right now and we might see rockin' my kicks, preachin' positivity I get up, I get up
I get up, when I'm Had enough, drowned, when shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh I get up, uh, uh I get up, I'm down Had enough, almost drowned, when rough I get tough and when I'm to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh I get up, uh, uh I get up
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's that Dinero Far from a hero, I ain't savin' hoes I'm not defined by these clothes, and It don't matter if you got six or six figures on the creep 'Cause in the end we all six deep Meanwhile, I'll be on the 6ix beat Flashbacks and havin' visions way back in Every single one of my homies and me Cuttin' had to get up out it, a hit, forget about it Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a about it Ten years later up a pen, write a hit about it And back then I I'd be defined by how good I rhyme Not like these with shit flows, but look good online Not made to feel bad for speakin' bout this on my mind Or called a faggot or or cracker who wish he was blacker I wish I face my homophobic, racist attacker and the shit outta they ass as peaceful is It's highly improbable, it's But still, way too many people feel how I on the real, on the real, on the motherfuckin' real
I get up, when I'm Had enough, almost drowned, shit rough I get tough and I'm beaten to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh I get up, uh, uh I get up, I'm down Had enough, almost drowned, when shit I get tough and when I'm beaten to the I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh I get up, uh, uh
Ayo motherfuckin' Trump that shit on my last album but you wasn't in Fuck a mumble let's make rap again Industry don't give a about rap or what's happenin' Fuck a Beast, bitch, now who seein' me? Nobody reports the music, shit, this rap TMZ Nowadays everyone divided, so I collided with headlines to preach Go now boy and preach that my hands of this negativity, word to three stacks So fresh, so clean, who the illest on the Wu-Tang, get the Sinatra 'gon supreme Hoping your mental get out your feelins dental shit is consequential, lightin' a fire to the game Can you rappers feel the Nah, this shit won't be the same Fuck a rap beef, I promise I want all of y'all to But deep down you it's only 'gon be one Mufasa I'm the king, fuck the bling, but just might make you the ring All these rappers I came up on, I on, I know it sting now try to twist my words and turn that into some shit I love all you motherfuckers, just to hear you spit Dropped my last shit, the whole wide applauded it Game still ain't giving me my credit so audit it I'm heartless like in '08 Yeah that's to NO I.D Now they all who I be I'm out Jay-Z to jump up on the track with me and the whole industry 'em what that real rap do The in your court, Hov I hope to hear Guru, woo!