Get Back Up

[Intro]
Whoo! (Yeah)
Yeah
This that champion shit
Champions only
FBA (Bitch!)
Strange Music (Uh)

[Verse 1]
This is the problems with all of your friends
Sometimes I swear they just don't wanna win
Like they got potential, they holding it in
And they get defensive, I don't understand
I told you in Grown Men, I won't hold your hand
Dog, this is our moment, we gotta go ham
And if you ain't with it then I will not push it
But I will not stand for no muthafuckin' pussy shit
Look what we built, homie, look at it!
Look at it, look at the floor, yeah I slept on it, uh
Roll up, I'm fresher than peppermint, yeah
This shit is feeling so effortless, damn
I just been rolling around in the city like everyone knowing my shit
Feeling legit, a million in jewels on my neck, I feel like I'm about to get hit
But I'll come back breathing
You know I ain't leaving until I touch 10 milli' cash, yeah
Riding around New York City like villains, ain't nobody wearing a mask
Don't even ask, I ain't gon' laugh
I'm just gon' shoot at you fuckers for asking
Ain't no one bragging, this not a flex, uh
Don't even try to react (Whoo!)
And if you don't get high, try not to relapse, yeah
I'm bending the rules like kneecaps, damn
You dudes are moving too fast, yeah
I'm just moving at my speed
Slow rotation, that's for me
It feels like we're taking E
Even though we're never sober, I know someday we'll find peace

[Chorus]
When there's a million fuckin' reasons you should just go home
But you just wake up and you carry on (carry on)
When there's a million muthafuckas that still want your throne
But you just sitting there like "boy, come on", let's go!
But you get back up
But you get back up
But you get back up
But you get back up
But you get back up (But you get back up)
But you get back up!
Homie, get back up
But you get back up
But you get back up
But you get back up
But you get back up!
But you get back up
But you go!

[Verse 2]
Man, I was raised on East Long Island
Been a slave to these humdrum days
199 problems and a bitch is probably 88, aye
The television playing, I just don't know what they're saying
Probably filled with propaganda and them lies
And I'm really not a fan of how the way the shit get handled
Acting like everything is just fine
Damn, and the washed up news reporter can only report what he's told
And these wealthy muthafuckas pulling the strings in this puppet show

[Chorus]
When there's a million fuckin' reasons you should just go home
But you just wake up and you carry on (carry on)
When there's a million muthafuckas that still want your throne
But you just sitting there like "boy, come on", let's go!
But you get back up
But you get back up
But you get back up
But you get back up
But you get back up (But you get back up)
But you get back up!
Homie, get back up
But you get back up
But you get back up
But you get back up
But you get back up!
But you get back up
But you go!