Up

(album: Death - 2016)

Switchblades on my hip, no, I never switch lanes
While everybody switching up on everybody else, the game so fake
Game fucked up
Pull up on us come get fucked up
Everybody talking the talk
But they ain't walkin the walk
If they ain't got it, I got it
I got a blade in my pocket
I pull it straight from the jump and I'ma aim at your neck
And I'ma take your life and then collect my check

Flashing lights then yo lights out
What goes around gonna come around
Lifting blades then I bring em down
Bodies dropping my favorite sound
I don't give a fuck about life
I don't give a fuck bout death
Run up on OmenXIII, black shirt, black jeans, you can bet it will be your last breath

Truth is, ain't nobody fuck with the true shit
You don't really fuck with the crew shit
Truth is you can't really fuck with my movement
You just tryna fuck with the cool kids
Truth is I ain't really cool, fuck cool kids
I don't give a fuck who you cool with
Truth is I don't give a fuck where you stay
Came a long, long way since last year
Used to struggle just to eat top ramen
Now I'm looking for my own apartment
Black curtains up in my room
White roses up in my garden
You flexin hard but ain't got no check
I don't need to flex, I still see success
I've been on my grind, almost all the time
And I think I'm dead, I don't need to rest

Flashing lights then yo lights out
What goes around gonna come around
Lifting blades then I bring em down
Bodies dropping my favorite sound
I don't give a fuck about life
I don't give a fuck bout death
Run up on OmenXIII, black shirt, black jeans, you can bet it will be your last breath