What Up!

[Intro]
GRAY

[Verse 1: Jay Park]
Yeah, now ask around
How many mouths I keep fed
Talk is so mothafuckin’ cheap
How many promises I kept
How many tears my mom wept
Priceless to see her smile
Now she full of happiness
The hours is countless
I grind like I’m closer to death
I never rest clueless
You never know know when’s your last breath
So before that day comes
We gon’ get it, we gon’ get it
We gon’ live it, we gon’ breathe it
We gon’ eat it, we gon’ shit it
We gon’ kiss it, like we miss it
We done did it like we destined
Finna preach it like a reverend
Finna preach it like a reverend, oh lord, yeah
Speakin’ it into existence
Words that benefit us all they never seem to listen
Who the realest
I’m repping AOMG, H1GHR MUSIC
Seattle 2 Seoul, Roc Nation, Art of Movement
So it’s very seldom, if you see me acting stupid
Never take for granted, all the people I influence
Don’t wanna be a nuisance, I wanna be the truest
Don’t wanna sit assuming, we ball like Patrick Ewing
Yeah, it’s good vibes only
The savior has come so of course they try to stone me

[Chorus: Jay Park]
What’s up (What's up, what's up)
What’s up (What's up, what's up)
All my people what’s up (What's up, what's up)
What’s up (What's up, what's up)

[Verse 2: Don Flamingo]
Watch how the vocals turn me into a mogul
Penmanship to a business
To beamers, Benz’s and Bentley
A percentage for quotables
They selling their souls tell ‘em my shit ain’t affordable
There’s nothing more important than morals, I was told
Today I walked on water without getting soaked
Last flow probably out there at Hov’s
Tapping into them higher powers
Knowledge is diabolical
Knighting through the wire like I
Devour a Mario fire flower
Sorta beyond iconic I need a title
Like Michael Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Oher
Better you than me on the other side of that rifle
Not the best advice but it worked for me as far as life go
Catch 22 new nigga fresh off the old era
The flow was better the gold was potent
The chain you was rocked that posed as gold close to metal
But fuck it get them tokens
Fans don’t know no better
Go on nigga (Go on nigga)

[Verse 3: Jay Park]
Yeah, they wanna see if I got it so I be plotting
Making every move like Hov be checkin’ on me like he watching
These opportunities you, see me find ’em like I lost it
Then you’ll probably see me turn them bitches into profit, uh
Not just for me but for all of us
I stay anonymous and go to war like I’m Spartacus
We get it lit like a party bus
I swear I’ve seen a few real ones, turns out its only us, damn
I’m from the place where the Sonics used to be
Ask for a feature one day and next day its RIP
Where people thinking that shit don’t really be popping off
But the homies carry that thing to keep from meeting God
We not the same riding together, it feels right
Root for the underdog, 'cause I know what that feels like
I’m just here to uplift, never trip over dumb shit
AOMG H1GHR MUSIC turned nothing to something
You taking someone’s life, 'cause they took your cash
Just think you can make money but a life you can’t make that back
Want that 15 minutes and more followers on Instagram
So you sell your soul not realizing that it’s all a fad
Damn
Look, I’m probably guilty of it too
Shit, I’m human stupid mistake making’s what we do
Long as I’m true to myself, I can never lose
Retire, change my name to Tom and catch me on a cruise
Accomplishing impossible missions got optical vision
So sick but don’t require doctoral visits
Every bar of the top is exquisite, God is my witness
I get the chicken trust me, I do not ever wing it
Always give it one hunnit, take shots I ain’t ducking
All this jiving and shucking
Think you’re Superbad? You’re McLovin
Fogle mothafucka’s backin’ up when you get caught frontin’
No need to tape myself busting a nut you’ll see me coming
All this smoke will Pusha T back you ain’t safe
Hooked up that heart monitor get no response like Drake
Drippin’ too heavy, yeah, call it a splash like waves
So many coward mother fuckers this the home of the brave, how?
You takin’ children away from families
Shit’s a fuckin’ catastrophe
We all kings call me majesty
This ain’t what I gotta be this is what I have to be

[Chorus: Jay Park]
So what’s up (What's up, what's up)
All my people what’s up (What's up, what's up)
Everybody what’s up (Everybody what's up, what's up)
What’s up