[Chorus]

My niggas be smokin' on something loud, head to the clouds

I ain't been steppin' out, tired of stickin' out in the crowd

This world is changin' right in front of me

Gray hairs, I'm agin' quicker than I thought I'd be

[Refrain]

Straight up (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)

Straight up (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)

Straight up (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)

Straight up (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)

[Verse 1]

Please believe these flows teach egos

To freeze and then recede, I'm C4

Beneath your Jeep, the second you turn that keyhole

Then heat blows your weak flows right out the water

The father, boy, I work smarter and harder

My style got a restraining order, don't bothеr

I charter unseen territories in ordеr

To push it farther than you niggas had ever thought of

I caught a lotta murder charges, turned artists to martyrs

When I rock, thot turns to goddess

Fiends turn to kings, dreams turn to things tangible

My hands are full with grands I pulled

From stanzas, no, I can't go slow, I'm Sandra Bull'

Either proceed with speed or don't breathe

There's no creed or color that won't heed to the warning

The planet'll shake when I'm performing

Tectonic plates from a place where TECs on they waist

So stay safe or get left with chest on your face

As death waits for your last of breath

I'ma pass the test, yes, I'm a master chef

Want a taste, then pay for it

They claim they're real, but they're seldom straightforward

The pain I feel on my frame gets transmuted to a dangerous flame

I spit fire at the devil while the angels sing

The flow changed, but Jermaine's the same, I'm plain jane

Not a chain on my neck, but shine like baguettes

A shame, not a flex to rhyme like the rest

My mind's quite depressed if I don't write these

I'm Spike Lee of the audio, back in my barrio

Parties got shot up, so I built up on my cardio

Dodge shells, collect coins like I'm Mario

But this is not a gaming experience, I'm serious, nigga

[Refrain]

Straight up (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)

Straight up (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)

Straight up (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)

Straight up (Straight up, straight up, yeah)

[Chorus]

My niggas be smokin' on something loud, head to the clouds

I ain't been steppin' out, tired of stickin' out in the crowd

This world is changin' right in front of me

Gray hairs, I'm agin' quicker than I thought I'd be

[Verse 2]

I'm that bass in your trunk, the bullet that missed Trump

The gun that jammed 'cause it seemed God had other plans

The Son of Man extendin' his hand to Son of Sam

In forgiveness for all of the homicides we witnessed

The overdramatized, the traumatized with sickness

Thrown in the pan and caramelized for richness

And served on a plate with sirloin steak

To billionaires who don't care the world's gon' break

Long as they make money off it, pain brings profit

One man gains it soon as the next man lost it

There's a bridge you can walk to hear God talk

But there are real slim odds a rich man crosses

'Cause greed is a poisonous seed, indeed

As it spreads like weeds through the mind's apple trees

I proceed with caution, and I'm not flossin'

Unlike some, I'm not defined by my fortune

I'm defined by rhymes, though I'm in my prime

There was times that I was down 'cause I'd thought I'd lost it

But no, lo and behold, as my poetry grows

I give all glory to God as the story unfolds

And the gray hairs that grow on my head will show

Ain't no time limit to get it, you ain't never too old

So keep hold of your dream, no matter how it seems

If you don't water your lawn, well, then it won't stay green

I seen babies turn fiends, addicted to the screen

That dad shares, cashiers replaced by machines

Don't buy, subscribe so you can just stream

Your content like rent, you won't own a thing

Before long, all the songs the whole world sings

Will be generated by latest of AI regimes

As all of our favorite artists erased by it scream

From the wayside, "Ayy, whatever happened to human beings?"

[Refrain]

Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

[Outro]

My niggas be smokin' on something loud