What Up

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, what up Uh yah, what up 1, 2, what up Okay, this is real rap Come and take a ride with us (Yeah yeah) What up Shout out to the 313, 248, 810, 734 (What up) What up What up This is real rap Come and take a ride with us, uh [Verse 1] Everything's code D Molly and Percocets Enough of the drug talk, I wanna hear more rap, boy Happen, a gun talk goons spark over disrespect I'm smokin' weed, gettin' high on my apartment steps Me and my niggas crackin' jokes about your last cassette That shit was truly trash, now who gon' sign that shit? The mix was less than average, the bars were sub-par Production lackluster, and plus the album cover Was on some sucker shit Needless to say, I don't fuck wit it I'm down to go, the poems I write are so vivid The spirits in the pen my voice is cuttin' through it I write it, you cling to it Really ain't nothin' to it, I'm prone to write good music Hitman for hire, ghostwriter, get all into it On stage, I'm a live wire I get a bag and do a dance like Sada Baby [Hook] Motor City (What up) Yah, HB (What up) (What up doe) Yack town (What up) This is real rap Come and take a ride with us Motor City (What up) (Shout out to the 313, 248, 810, 734) Seven-mile (What up) [8-town?] (What up) This is real rap Come and take a ride with us, uh (Yeah) [Verse 2] My altitude, aptitude, gratitude, attitude, attributes Ratchet like a tool that's what up The bridge, the balcony, the ladder the ledge Gettin' close to the edge of your head, that's what up The heavens, the moon and mars, the planets, binary stars The comets, the quasars, the fire, that's what up The guns, the bombs, the drones, the stress The signs of protest in the west, terror invest, that's what up The homeboy hands, the homegrown pains The prison population, the privatization, that's what up The gang signs, the peace signs, the pentacle, the pedestal The periscope, the plateaus, the peaks, that's what up The high-fives, the middle fingers, the flags, the smoke The temperature, the CO2 emissions, that's what up Detroit, yeah Yack Town, One Be Lo, 87 A-Minus, Apollo Brown, that's what up [Hook] Motor City (What up) Yuh, Six Mile (What up) (What up doe) East side (What up) This is real rap Come and take a ride with us Motor City (What up) (Shout out to the 313, 248, 810, 734) Oak Park (What up) Southfield (What up) This is real rap Come and take a ride with us, uh [Verse 3] Yo, I've been waitin' for this moment Head on, facin' my opponents I'm East side like 7-mile and Conant Anybody want it they can get it no delivery fee Uber Eats when we cruisin' for beef Lose your seat playin' musical chairs Shouldn't stare at the throne This ain't for clowns or for jokers wearin' gowns I'm the King and I'm Jaffe Joffer With the lion on my shoulders So they know who the holder of the crown, uh Johnny Storm, I be warm in the winter Like I'm swarmed in chinchilla Not the norm, 'cause I'm shriller Like Renzel, play my part like Denzel I key a thousand grams, track number one on Fitzgerald Haters never wish well, they wish hell Prayin' that your shit fail I stand up nigga so you figure that won't sit well, yo Rubberband man, bounce back from any situation Like ricochets when they hit the pavement [Hook] Motor City, yeah (What up) Conant Garden (What up) What up doe East side (What up) This is real rap Come and take a ride with us (yeah) Motor City (What up) (Shout out to the 313, 248, 810, 734) HB (What up) [?] (What up) This is real rap Come and take a ride with us, uh