Get Up Witcha Kind

[Intro: Tommy Wright III]
Ashes to ashes (and dust to dust, nigga)
Tommy Wright III (Street Smart!)
I thought I was dead (I thought you was gone!)
I thought I was gone (Where you been, then?)
Did they count me out? (Naw, you can't count me out)
Street Smart, Street Smart Records
T-Rock (Charlie), Charlie Brown (Internet icon)
Man yuh, they need to get up with they kind, dawg
'Cause you know what?

[Chorus: Charlie Brown x2]
Get up wit ya kind, patna
You ain't on my level, hoe
Get up wit ya kind, patna
You ain't on my level, hoe
Get up wit ya kind, patna
You ain't on my level, hoe
Sap sucker, [?] ass niggas already know the story

[Verse 1: Charlie Brown]
Get up wit ya kind 'cause Lil Charlie on another level
Running with real players that love to pull out deep Berettas
They yang, then cop, ready to pop one of you lame suckas
I'm tired of you motherfuckers, you heard me, ya cocksucker?
Who it be? We [?] fam, we five deep, bruh
Off brand ass niggas can't hang around us
I'm sick of your kind, ya haters go against the grind
I ain't got nothing to tell you haters but sucka you can

[Chorus x2]
Get up wit ya kind, patna
You ain't on my level, hoe
Get up wit ya kind, patna
You ain't on my level, hoe
Get up wit ya kind, patna
You ain't on my level, hoe
Sap sucker, [?] ass niggas already know the story

[Verse 2: T-Rock]
You ain't on my level 'cause the pimpin' too advanced
Got a pocket full of drug money tucked up in my pants
When you see the diamonds glistenin' put your vision in a trance
Watch it damage your pupils the moment you take a glance
I'm a South side rebel, I murk all you devils
Nothing but bitchin' in your vessels, you ain't even on my level
Tell them catch up wit ya kind, get some grind and respect my mind
You ain't worth the time, all that hater shit should be a crime

[Verse 3: Tommy Wright III]
You haters in elementary, and Tommy 'bout to graduate
You haters is like some 20s, Tommy Wright just like some 20 eighths
I'm bigger than y'all, pull the trigger quicker than y'all
The way the Feds was after me, I gave a brand new meaning to ball
I'm already runnin', you tryin' to crawl
I'm already gunnin', you 'bout to fall
My records, it speak for itself, so it really ain't shit that I got to prove to y'all
Don't make a nigga act a fool on y'all
Acting like they didn't know I gets that work
Acting like they didn't know I'm pimpin' these hoes up out they heels and skirts
Get up wit ya kind

[Chorus x2]
Get up wit ya kind, patna
You ain't on my level, hoe
Get up wit ya kind, patna
You ain't on my level, hoe
Get up wit ya kind, patna
You ain't on my level, hoe
Sap sucker, [?] ass niggas already know the story