Upside Down

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Their lies
 Upside down, upside down, down
 Their lies
 Upside down, upside down
 When you pull up, will you pull it?
 Are you the shooter? Trigger puller
 Do you back up what you say you'll do?
 Or Mr. Shoulda-Woulda?
 Do you give back to the hood you from?
 Or run, go to the jeweler?
 When you got beef, do you stand or run?
 Or talk from your computer?
 Do you boss up? Put your people on?
 Or hate 'cause you can't do it?
 Will you speak the truth to power?
 Or be silent, bite the bullet?
 Which one are you?
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 Which one are you?
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 Why the gay niggas tryna fuck the straight niggas
 That's tryna fuck the gay bitches that look just like the straight niggas?
 While the straight niggas that the gay bitches tryna look just like
 Tryna look, just like the gay niggas, I must look just like the grave diggers
 You think you the people's champ 'cause people playin' your single
 But I don't think that you should keep playin' with me though
 'Cause every time I squeeze a damn 3-4, that's the reaper playin' bingo
 That's a kilogram wrapped up on the Peter Pan Prevost
 Whoever think I'm here to make some corny ass radio
 Viacom jingle got my whole diatribe tangled
 Sittin' high up on them tires, on my high horse, I'm Django
 Likened by white powder, John Stamos
 Probably the only artist, who can father time, John Amos
 Rapper God erupted out of a Comic-Con-cano
 Committin' lyrical homicide while beside Premo
 To the downers, I'm Drano, to the genre, I'm Thanos
 Any spitter think he sicker than that, I have the antidote
 Take it back to when it was eighths in the pack
 Kidnap you over that lil' rap you wrote
 Leave your family taken aback
 By the handsome quote, that I left on that ransom note
 I ain't one of these dudes who be computer screen beefin'
 Gorilla nigga, killin' his Twitter TL, verbal abusin' females
 Bill Maher use the term "nigga" so loosely
 'Cause truthfully, he know that he be usin' it on the DL
 Louis C.K. know he can use it in front of Pookie
 But know damn well that he wouldn't use it in front of DL
 White kids graduate to relationships with a ton of perks
 Black kids, just aggravated and had to take a ton of Percs'
 You come to church the 1st and 21st, and when it come to dirt
 Gucci ain't the only one's puttin' black faces on front of shirts
 Black women wanna be built like cartoon characters, Eric Cartman
 That bears a strikin' resemblance to Sara Baartman
 Now Google that when you get a chance
 You gon' find out America's heartless
 Remember, the effort has to go into the art, not the wave
 Everybody talking 'bout they own their masters
 But if the music don't age well, it don't matter
 It's like you own a hundred percent of nothing
 Know your value
 The Butcher comin', nigga
 All them times, you gave 'em your best, got you complicatin' your stress
 Cash rules, your last move got 'em contemplatin' your next
 I'm the one behind the wheel when them conversations go left
 I need violence, Rasheed Wallace, I'm okay with a TEC
 What's the difference from a nigga who lived it and storytellers?
 Of course we felons, sold a brick whiter than Tori Spelling
 Roll with killers, nobody on my block was poorer than us
 I put a fork in the pot and got a euphoric feeling, uh
 Young heathens clap tools over VVS jewels
 White kids pull heaters at school, wanna CBS News
 Became a legend for the skeptics who ain't believe he that dude
 And for mornings, I never ate unless they feed me at school, uh-huh
 Servin' out pots, had me turnin' out blocks
 It's Griselda, nigga, you know we The Firm without Fox'
 Everything about timing and I was stern on my clock
 'Cause niggas out now grindin', tryna earn what I got, uh
 Stick to the script, my advantage was hustle
 So I'm sayin' off the muscle, I'm here
 And careers, I could cancel a couple
 The shooter cross the Atlantic to touch you
 Rubber bands in the duffle with both hands full, I ain't panic, I juggle
 I'm very confident, y'all barely poppin' it, huh
 Y'all niggas treat every project chick like Kerry Washington
 Jail, backstabbin' to Hell, I took a consequence
 A yard big enough at the crib to bury hostages
 

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Duration
04:29
Key
4
Tempo
77 BPM

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