Put Them Up Songtext
von Junk

Mmm, yeah
Mm-mm-mm
Oh, yeah
Mmm, yeah
(Let it bang)
Yeah
(Openin′ to space
Yeah, I rap, ay

Yeah, I rap, but I'm a hustler no backup, I don′t trust you
The rap game exhausting like the gas, I'm a muffler
The plaques on my wall, just the facts with the numbers
They confused like a blood wearing a blue jacket in Columbus
I make music from the soul, you make music for the punches
I do it in one take, when you was in the studio, you punch it
That's why nobody′s woo when you be doing it in public
The people ain′t stupid, can't dupe them forever
You just be bustin′
(For ever)


It's the season of exposure, please
Y′all ain't rid of your MCs, y′all just leeches of the culture
Coast to coast, they know me overseas, I be on posters
Groundbreakin' like earthquakes, I got people out in Scotia
It's R.I.P. to Pat, heart in it, arteries attached
Pardon me, but Cardi B is trash
Guess I′m carvin′ these shits startlin'
They gardenin gardening these plants
You were the artistry′s ass right here, like, yeah, like yeah like, where

I'm like, now put em up if you be reppin′ for that two-H
And put em up, yeah, let it bang, make that screw face
Put em up like you was reaching up in two space
Put em up if you don't do fake two-shay
Now put em up, put em up, put em up (up)
Put em up, put em up, put em up (put them)
Put em up, put em up, put em up (up)
Put em up, put em up, put em up
Put em up

They say imitation is flattery, I ain′t flattered with it
Really think the brains is fried in your birds like battered chicken
(Order up)
Who's gonna be loyal, that I'll never know
But they all claim they good for you like some oil of oregano
This shit crack like the shit you boil in a metal stove
Got these bars on lock for all my boys in the federal
Hand wrote them letters where they was inside in California
Switch sides, never that I stick by them cause that′s important
You have to fortunes in me but I pray my cash is corporate


So fams eating up the fruits on my label like an apple orchard
Barely haters accumulating, that′s a great sign
But I ain't see them, yes, I′m under their skin

'Cause they high, waist high
Waist high I′ve been rapping, still at this restaurant in the east
I'm within′ them Phil Jackson, that is real traction
I don't cop bots, people stream me, they feel passion
When y'all see me live, you′ll realize I′m a real sack

As me, like I say, that kid
Thinkin' like, man, I′m gonna be a rapper
I don't know, and just the fact that I did it Like
That′s like dream, man
To be able to take care of yourself off something you love to do

Now put them up if you be repping for that two-H
And put them up, you let it bang, make that screw face
Put them up like you was reaching up in two-Space
Put them up if you don't do fake two-shay
Now put them up, put them up, put them up
Put them up, put them up, put em up (put em up, ay)
Put em up, put em up, put em up (put em up)
Put em up, put em up, put em up (up)