We Up Songtext
von Freeway

I think I sold every drug on the street
Trying to make ends meet, but fuck it I was poor though

And I almost fell in love with a freak
Had a few that were sweet, but fuck it they was whores though

Shouted out with my real close homie
And my mother used to quote me what the fuck we go to war for though

Got signed, got famous, got paper
Real G′s survive the break up so I wake up getting more dough
Every morning, difference is I ain't
Ducking alphabet boys with the AK or me
Difference is I ain′t got to worry about the
FBI at my house trying to serve me warrants
Difference is I'm getting paid for my sentences
And I ain't boxed in no parenthesis
All our differences show up whenever we roll up

Cause y′all down and we up


And we up and we up and we up
Team Early we up
And we up and we up and we up
Team Early we up
And we up and we up and we up
Team Early we up
And we up and we up and we up
Now it′s time to re-up

Trap star went to a Benz from a Neon
Flow on Klingon, wrist on freon
Went on cable on trips on tour
And I used to cop nicks from the store on Lehigh

Hang with the Akhis on G-ride
Copped from the papis on Sescu, bless you
Never mention me when they arrest you
We came to your rescue, blessed you
With three G's on the V-I
And look out for mamacita
Keep her in good spirits

We′re coherent y'all incoherent

We′re out Paris

Lamp and praying with Arabics, no terrorists

No arrogance, that's why

Every July we fly back there again

These rappers got me shaking my head
Cause when they should be in the stu they back in the bed again


Wake yo punk ass up if you want cash
Everybody scheming if you sleeping then you won′t last
Lot of people starving and they thieving cause they want ass
And they want nothing to do with the want ants
And they'd rather take before they don't have

A lot of teens be on the wrong path

I try to guide them tell them slow down
Underground king and that′s who I approached the throne as
Grown ass nigga with a big beard, no stache
Most of these rappers coming straight out of Locash
CB4 rappers mohawk and a moped
When I got on it was jeans and a throwback
If you ain′t spitting real rap I ain't got no rap
Rappers need to know that
Rappers need to go back

To the drawing board and spit a little harder more
Then give my flow back, that′s my sound y'all down