Keep It Up - Intellectual

(Intro: Yamine)

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Let's go!!!

[Hook: Yamine]

Keep it up, keep it up

Keep it up, (yeah bro)

We turning up, we turning up

We turning up, (yeah bro)

Keep it up, keep it up

Keep it up, (yeah bro)

I don't give fuck because I'm in the club (yeah bro)

You know me, you know me

You know me

Cuz I'm in the club (yeah bro)

You know me, you know me

You know me

Cuz I'm in the club (yeah bro)

Drinking codiene

Cuz I'm in the club (yeah bro)

Ballin like Ginobli

Cuz I don't give a fuck (yeah bro)

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]

I ain't tryin' to bring New York back

I'm just a breath of fresh air, that good old New York rap

Slick talk to the track, c'mon, who brought that to the game?

Graffiti all on the train, get up your name

I don't feel how I used to feel

I'm in my 20's so a new Nas joint used to give me the chills

In the barber shop tryin' to cop a new hot tape

Them Rob lowes is crazy, the doo wop's great

It's hip hop… and yes, I'm a fan first

If you from the south, finger snap till your hands hurt

If you from the west, W's in the air

If you from the East Coast, act like you from here

The good old two-step, the classic head nod

The thirsty iced grill, who wants to get robbed?

That was the energy in the club

On the real, that was the energy that I loved

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

VIP is where you find me at

Higher than the seas on my private jet

4 door lambo, I’m buying that

I’m mad cause them bitches ain’t designed it yet

I’m smoking on loud, tell 'em bitches be quiet

If a nigga keep hating, he gon' make me start a riot

Could have bought a house but I spent it on a ride

And if I get any higher, I’ma really start flying

Tell me what you know about that Taylor Gang shit

We be poppin champagne just to pour it on a bitch

Leave the club with a girl I ain’t never gon' forget

She slop on my knob, but she don’t spit

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]

Tonight I can't sleep, we livin' in Hell

First they give us the work, then they throw us in jail

Road-trip ya, I'm trafficin' in the white

Please Lord, don't let me go to jail tonight

Who me? I'm a soul survivor

Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rider

A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah, life sucks

Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks

[Verse 4: T.I.]

Ever had one of them days wish you woulda stayed home

Run into a group of niggas who gettin' they hate on?

You walk by, they get wrong; you reply, then shit get blown

Way outta proportion, way past discussion

Just you against them, pick one then rush him

Figure you get jumped, hell, that's nothin'

They don't wanna stop there, now they bustin'

Now you gushin', ambulance rushin'

You to the hospital with a bad concussion

Plus you hit four times, plus it hit yo' spine

Paralyzed waist down, now you're wheelchair bound

Nevermind that now, you lucky to be alive

Just think it all started you fussin' with three guys

Now your pride in the way, but your pride is the way

You could fuck around, get shot, die any day

Niggas die everyday, all over bullshit

Dope money, dice game, ordinary hood shit

Could this be ‘cause of hip hop music?

Or did the ones with the good sense not use it?

Usually niggas don't know what to do when

Their back against the wall, so they just start shootin'

[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]

Bitch better have my money

Don’t test me muthafucker I study

And wifey keep tellin’ me the pills gon kill me

Fucking up my sperm count and she want children

Back on my bullshit, I’m back on my bullshit

I’m a dead man walking, follow my footprints

Scared, go to Church, I shoot at the pulpit

{Verse 6: 21 Savage]

I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat

21 Savage, the cat with the MAC

21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood

But I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back

Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats

Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks

I'm a real street nigga, bitch

I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax

Pussy niggas love sneak dissin'

'Til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire

Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house

Keep shootin' until somebody die

So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar

Thought it was Fourth of July

You was with your friends playin' Nintendo

I was playin' 'round with that fire

Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Panthersville

Eighth grade started playin' football

Then I was like fuck the field

Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out

Nigga like Holyfield

Fast forward nigga, 2016

And I'm screaming fuck a deal

Bad bitch with me, she so thick

I don't even need a pill

I listen to your raps, thought you was hard

You ain't even street for real

Niggas love sneak dissin' on Twitter

They don't want beef for real

And all these niggas play like they tough

'Til a nigga get killed

'Til a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled

I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'

"I been with you since day one

Savage I ain't even hatin'"

So what's up with all that Instagram shit?

"Savage I was just playin'"

Y'all pussy niggas fakin'

Bitch I hang around them Haitians

Pull up on you, tie your kids up

Pistol whip you while your bitch naked

"Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape"

Yeah, nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

[Verse 7: Drake]

My actions been louder than my words, nigga

How you so high, but still so down to Earth, nigga

If niggas wanna do it, we can do it on they turf, nigga

Oh Lord, I'm the rookie and the vet

Shoutout to the bitches out here holdin' down the set

All up in my phone, lookin' at pictures from the other night

She gon' be upset if she keep scrollin' to the left, dawg

She gon' see some shit that she don't wanna see

She ain't ready for it

If I ain't the greatest then I'm headed for it

That mean I'm way up (way up)

The 6 ain't friendly but that's where I lay up

This shit a mothafuckin' lay up

I been Steph Curry with the shot

Been cookin' with the sauce, Chef Curry with the pot, boy

360 with the wrist, boy

Who the fuck them niggas is, boy?

OVO, man we really with the shits, boy

Yeah, really with the shits

I should prolly sign to Hit-Boy 'cause I got all the hits, boy

Fuck all that "Drake you gotta chill" shit

I be on my Lil Mouse drill shit

Fuck all that rap-to-pay-your-bill shit

I'm on some Raptors-pay-my-bills shit

All up on TV, I thought it'd make me richer

Wasn't payin' me enough, I needed somethin' quicker

So now I'm all in Niko's basement puttin' work in on the phones

Either that or drive to Money Mart to make the pickupsMy actions been louder than my words, nigga

How you so high, but still so down to Earth, nigga

If niggas wanna do it, we can do it on they turf, nigga

Oh Lord, I'm the rookie and the vet

Shoutout to the bitches out here holdin' down the set

All up in my phone, lookin' at pictures from the other night

She gon' be upset if she keep scrollin' to the left, dawg

She gon' see some shit that she don't wanna see

She ain't ready for it

If I ain't the greatest then I'm headed for it

That mean I'm way up (way up)

The 6 ain't friendly but that's where I lay up

This shit a mothafuckin' lay up

I been Steph Curry with the shot

Been cookin' with the sauce, Chef Curry with the pot, boy

360 with the wrist, boy

Who the fuck them niggas is, boy?

OVO, man we really with the shits, boy

Yeah, really with the shits

I should prolly sign to Hit-Boy 'cause I got all the hits, boy

Fuck all that "Drake you gotta chill" shit

I be on my Lil Mouse drill shit

Fuck all that rap-to-pay-your-bill shit

I'm on some Raptors-pay-my-bills shit

All up on TV, I thought it'd make me richer

Wasn't payin' me enough, I needed somethin' quicker

So now I'm all in Niko's basement puttin' work in on the phones

Either that or drive to Money Mart to make the pickups