Pay Up or Lay Down

[Intro: Sam Wise]
Baby, she makes the rain fall from my eyes
Yo
'Cause it really, really be like that sometimes

[Verse 1: Lord Apex]
I asked my niggas, "Would you die for this rap shit?"
Truth spill like blood repurposed on a canvas
Apex, the A is for anarchy 'cause my history filled with anguish
I played it smooth, rolled a doob, watched the feelin' get vanquished
Memories stuck like different tangents
They're a part of me, internal like my arteries
I'm hardly one to start the scеne
Been on one's and two's since three
Oldеrs talkin' four, five's, six teens with a dream
Nappy headed seventeen blowin' Ammi up in Ealing
Tryna put it in her spleen
What you mean I love the feelin'?
Put my life on the line, who gon' spread my message?
Most high talkin' to ya boy like come and catch these blessings
Either you catch you these hands or you gon' take these lessons
Ain't no restin', big on stressin', give more effort
Tell my mum she a queen, tell Kadeem he a king
Mind and body on Rocky when he bleed in the ring
Plus my sis know I got her if she need anythin'
King of London, tell me otherwise
Blackballed 'cause I ain't on link up with the other guys
Wrinkled like some oven fries
News don't report when my brother dies

[Verse 2: Sam Wise]
Trust
Ghetto luxury, these objects keep me company
If I could, I would change the world, but it's not up to me
Do my bit and play my part
Samstradamus known to be a man of many arts and crafts
I separate the laughs from the digits and the decimals
Never mix business with pleasure
That's some shit they shoulda said to you
Smokin' medicinal, these dudes have never had a clue
Limo tints on my ride, squint, you still ain't seein' through
Is it worth it? In the end, I'll die rich or tryin'
Been flyin', Tony Stark, niggas been iron
Samstro, chiropractor, pressure been applyin'
I've had knickers on the stage, fans been wylin'
Walkin' for miles, I feel more fortunate now
A few things I'm still figurin' out
And in time I'll buy the house with space for the fam and the kids to hang out
And plenty, plenty more

[Chorus: Sam Wise]
So it's either pay up or lay down
Pay up or lay down
Pay up or lay down
Pay up, bitch (Mm)
Pay up or lay down
It's either pay up or lay down
You gonna, you gonna pay right now
Yo, pay up or lay down
Pay up or lay down
Pay up, bitch
That's right

[Outro: Sam Wise]
Oh, we gon' need that bag, baby
Oh, we gon' need that bag, baby
Oh, we gon' blow that bag
He's bad to the bone
Ain't you, Tyrone?
'Course I am
I don't want that dob dribblin' on my seats
Your seats?
Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate
While I'm at the wheel, it's my car. So stop that dog dribblin' on my seats, alright?
Steady on the brakes
Fuck me, I thought you said you could drive, Sol
Listen, don't worry about me. Just worry about that dog on my seats, alright?
Oi
What?
I thought you said he was a getaway driver? What the fuck can he get away from, ayy?
Don't worry about Tyrone, he can move when he has to. Just worry about gettin' us a gun, yeah?
Yeah
What's that?
Haha, this is a shotgun, Sol
It's a fuckin' anti-aircraft gun, Vincent
Yeah, but I wanna raise some pulses, don't I?
You'll raise hell