(Intro)

Imma have a lovely lady called Anna sing to you guys for a minute

Can't trust no weak ass niggas

(Chorus)

You can't let nobody stand in your way!

You just gotta get back up, yeah!

You just gotta get back up, oh!

And take down everything that you cannot change now

You just gotta get back up, yeah!

You just gotta get back up, oh!

(Verse 1)

I'm superb. The super

I intend to be high calibur

Let you know, I'm the one, but I ain't in my prime

Better yet, I'm self reflecting; I don't need a light to shine

Closest you are to a 10 is you gripping a 9

You ain't feeling me? You definitely deaf or you lying

They just wanna punch me down; they must think I'm Hawaiian

I learned how to take a loss; I don't do it often

I'm tryna run the game, till I suffer from exhaustion

Damn, I'm 18 now. Achieving the dream now

Want the level of fame where I could make people scream

I believe that I could do it; fuck you if you think I can't

It's a long shot, I know; you just don't understand

See the lack of black brothers that actually go to college

School or not, shoutout to you if you serious bout your knowledge

I learn, I burn, but most of all wait my turn

God got a plan for me, so I'm never concerned

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)

I mean yeah I'm something new, but why these people be trying me?

You listen to the gossip, not the facts; call 'em Blake Lively

Live & in charge; they be calling me fee

I got that Scorpio power; bring the stinger out like a bee

That's why they much rather listen to me spitting on MP3

I love when people think they know me; they ain't sipping no tea

I got a slick mouth, so I gotta Jheri curl niggas

Fake niggas say they real; best of both world niggas

Ain't no Hannah Montana bitch; excuse my French!

When I get up in the game, your only play is the bench

You see I finish what I start; first to cross the race line

Got the bars leaving egg on your face, like mace

Got 'em clocking outta work, like a leave of absence

Talk is cheap; there is nothing speaking louder than your actions

My words, I mean

Attain the dream

Throwing dirt up on my name, like your laundry is clean

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

If your mission is to fuck with me; nah Plan B!

You make it rain, I'm tryna make it Hurricane Sandy

Double entendre. Do you know what I mean?

Your story never added up & I ain't talking a mean

Everybody asking "If the rap don't work, then whats your back up?"

I guess I'm on such a high to where I feel like it'll have to work

Like calm down though! You ain't got the crown though

You at the bottom! Ain't even make it outta town though

That was a reminder to myself, guilty consciences

Didn't go to college meanwhile avoiding the consequence

Moving on ahead; gotta clockwise on 'em

Never give a hater time of day; I despise all 'em!

I could be a statistic & get in trouble, go to jail

Or successful, meaning black deprivation will heal

Because imma savage everybody know my rhyming is lavish

I'm so cocky, but yet I'm humble; elevating my status

Yeah!

(Chorus) x2

(Outro)

Boss!

Fiendix!

Anna!

One time on 'em

Get Back Up!

Urban Legend Has It: The EP

The experience

The savior

The one

*chuckle*

Yeah!