Track 3392/3The Turn Up

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I'm a street disciple, writin' scriptures in Jesus' Bible The word cut like a two-edged sword, don't need a rifle All three of my eyes closed, I don't even see my rivals I'm a mix of booksmart and street survival (Facts) Yeah, I never cooked up coke for a piece of profit I cook Tehran on the stove to inject from a needle, partner I kept it as authentic as police attire Flaggin' down yo' niggas ridin' through streets in fleece and tires Same shit, uh, trapped in a maze, gettin' ahead from the same bitch Put respect on my name, bitch Huh, are we on your head? That's gang-gang shit Still roll with the same clique, it's still about the action It's just that our aims switched, I ain't the one to play games with He ain't buddy-buddy, nope, I'm not the one that you hang with Yeah, I'm positive you're an operative workin' with the cops and shit It's obvious we throbbin' here (Facts) Gettin' green by any means to get outta here So we right back to it The shoebox stash, got too much cash, huh Under the bed, but we not that foolish Gettin' dumb bread stacks on stupid, fallin', but we whoopin' We turn up, we on bullshit, it ain't much to do We turn up, we on bullshit, what's up with you? We turn up, we on bullshit, fuck with you We turn up, we on bullshit, what we do? I don't wanna see you jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump I don't wanna see you jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump Turn up, we on bullshit, fuck with you We turn up, we on bullshit, what we do? Yeah, uh, stand on the corner for hours gettin' dollars, it's a problem Thinkin' back like, "Who taught us? Kids grow with no fathers" Pollinate with no pollen, the rose grow from the concrete Just to keep clean sneakers on my feet Wasn't used to see fiends creepin' on my street But they need that fix And that freak out here hustlin', he need those chips, heh So fuck it, anybody's a pitch, yeah It's a cycle of stand and sit Hit the hand to hand and dip Politickin' with your mans, you slip That same nigga on the stand talkin' 'bout all them bands, you flip, yeah Now you collectin' commissary with your people 'til it hits zero Shit was copasthetic a couple weeks ago It get colder than three below, damn I just had to throw the evil ghost Turn up, we on bullshit, it ain't much to do We turn up, we on bullshit, we stuck with you We turn up, we on bullshit, we fucked with you We turn up, we on bullshit, fuck with you I wanna see you jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump I wanna see you jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump Turn up, we on bullshit, we fucked with you We turn up, we on bullshit, what we do