[Intro:]Satisfy,Satisfy,Satisfy this hung– you!Satisfy,Satisfy,Satisfy this hung– you!Yeah, yeah, yeah!Sinatra.Big Pepe!Oh, you got the studio shoutout!You feelin' good about yourself right now, huh?6ix.[Verse 1:]Hold up let me get up in it now,Bitch, I'm here to win it now,L-O-G-I-C, I'm feelin' free, I'm finna bring it now,If you know the words, take a step back and sing it now,Never thought I'd have to, but I keep the windows tinted now,Like, la-di-da-di, who got the keys to my Audi?Last time I said, it went viral, I don't fuck with nobody,And I don't fuck with you, you, them, her and him too,'Cause don't none of y'all know a fuckin' thing 'bout what I been through;And all that superficial shit you love, I'm just not into,And when it comes to gettin' deep in this rap shit I've been toLike the pussy, don't push me,I ain't no killer, but you know the rest,You think I caught the Holy Spirit how I'm feelin' blessed.Ain't no contest at all this wack shit, it just ain't no test,Step and get laid to rest, boy, step and get laid to rest,It ain't no "S" on my chest but I'm still gunnin',While half of these motherfuckers still runnin'.I've earned everything I've attained and they steal from him,Like, goddamn, I'm the motherfucking man!Used to call you a hater, you a motherfucking stan,Ain't nobody built himself a brand like me,I ain't signed a shoe deal 'cause I'm waitin' for NikeTo recognize all these youngins wanna be just like me,Cut the check for twenty million right now and we might seeEverybody rockin' my kicks, preachin' positivity.I get up, I get up![Chorus:]I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned,When shit rough, I get tough, and when I'm beaten to the ground,I get up, I get up,I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh!I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned,When shit rough, I get tough, and when I'm beaten to the ground,I get up, I get up,I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh!I get up![Verse 2:]Never address me as "Robert" 'less it's 'bout that dinero,Far from a hero, I ain't never saved my hoes,I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros,It don't matter if you got six dollars or six figures on the creep,'Cause in the end we all six feet deep,Meanwhile, I'll be immortalized on this 6ix beat.Flashbacks of havin' visions way back in G'Burg,Every single one of my homies and me work,Cuttin', had to get up out it, make a hit, forget about it,Youngin wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it,Ten years later, pick up a pen, write a hit about it.And back then I thought I'd be defined by how good I rhyme,Not like these rappers with shit flows, but look good online,Not made to feel bad for speakin' 'bout this shit on my mind,Or called a faggot, a nigger, a cracker who wish he was blacker,I wish I could face my homophobic, racist attacker,And smack the shit outta they ass as peaceful as possible,It's highly improbable, it's stoppable,But still, way too many people feel how I feel,That's on the real, on the real, on the motherfucking real![Chorus:]I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned,When shit rough, I get tough, and when I'm beaten to the ground,I get up, I get up,I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh!I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned,When shit rough, I get tough, and when I'm beaten to the ground,I get up, I get up,I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh!I get up![Verse 3:]Ayo, motherfucker Trump, said that shit on my last album but you wasn't tappin' in,Fuck a mumble, let's make America rap again!Industry don't give a fuck about rap or what's happenin',Fuck a hypebeast, bitch, now who seein' me?Nobody reports the music, this shit, this rap TMZ,Nowadays everyone divided, so I collided with headlines,Preach that, go 'head, boy, now preach that!Wash my hands of this negativity, word to Three Stacks,So fresh, so clean, who the illest on the scene?Wu-Tang, get the cream, Sinatra gon' reign supreme,Open your mental, get out your feelings like dental,This shit is consequential, lightin' a fire to the game,Can you rappers feel the flame?Nah, this shit won't be the same,Fuck a rap beef, I promise I want all of y'all to prosper,But deep down you know it's only gon' be one Mufasa,I'm the king, fuck the bling, but just might make you kiss the ring.All these rappers I came up on, I surpassed, I know it sting now,Don't try to twist my words and turn that into some shit,I love all you motherfuckers, just want to hear you spit,Dropped my last shit, the whole wide world applauded it.Game still ain't give me my credits, so I'ma audit it,I'm heartless like Kanye in '08,Yeah, that's word to No I.D,Now they all know who I be,I'm callin' out Jay-Z to jump up on the track with me and smack the whole industry,Show 'em what that real rap do,The ball's in your court, Hov, I hope to hear from Guru, woo!
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