[Intro:]

Time, Time ain't waiting on no one on no one

This is slow right

Where i'm going

I don't know where that go

But I am gonna’ show them

They ain't gon’ forget our names

They gon’ know us

Bu=oy you're lucky you ain't go through nothing

I still have niggas tryna run in my house

I still had to look around when I went out

But I coulda been robbing

I coulda been stealing

But my interest ambitious got me living much different

[Verse 1:]

You asleep?

You up huh?

Seems like you wanna focus when niggas passin blunts

And I ain't getting on your ass

But we getting all this funk my nigga

Gas ain't cheap ain't nobody chauffeuring us

That nigga in line, on that nigga

But that nigga getting cheques

In two minutes ima call you back

Stacking up now you mad at Chuck, for what?

He busy chasing paper

That's your ass lacking bruh

And I mean, some of us want it

Well, all of us want it

But some think the sky gon’ turn diamond in the morning

And I don't see how you dream about the

Life and the benefits when you

Know you got the talent to go out and do the shit

But you chose not, yea you fuckin chose not

Get off your, ass get fat

Get off your ass, go out

Roll a blunt now blow it out

I know that it's a long route

But make sure they remember you

But if you have to show out

[Chorus:]

I know you down on your ass

But my nigga get right

Specialize on the side just to help you get right

I mean it should be worse

It used to be worse

It coulda been a body lying up in that hearse

So get up nigga, don't sit on your ass

Get up nigga go and get this cash

Get up, Get up nigga go perfect your craft

Get up, because they ain't gon’ give it to you

They ain't gon give it to you

[Verse 2:]

Pre-judgement of my image

Guess it's cuss the dreads

He too wild we can't control him

That's what they said

Now tell the truth man

Was it just too real

And a feel to sell your soul for a fucking record deal

And they always say look up when you search

My grandmama told me I better see you in church

So (Sunday morning) grab the bible

(Where it was) Next to the rifle

Lord forgive me for all this damage I'm doing

That [?] running through me

My motives they are still approved

And the way I'm living you'll probably would think it's vicious

Cause TV got you delirious

I hope you know that this turned out

Cause i'm serious, we ain't playing

Working, still busting our ass

Who slayering

All that lazy shit ain't ok with me

You got your arms and your legs

Bitch don't play with me

[Chorus]

[Outro:]

Don't let nobody tell you what you can or what you can't do

Boy go get what's yours you heard me

Uh huh, make sure that they know

Can't afford to stop I gotta do this shit for KO

Its called self motivation man

Don't wait on nobody to tell you what you can do or what you can't

You control your future boy

Get Up, Get up