Open Up
Yea Str8 Up....
HOOK
Yea they say I got it for real… they call me the chosen one,
I made it here and somehow I ain’t gotta deal…can’t say I wanted one,
Pour it up until it overruns,
Yea you know what’s up,
Won’t repeat it cuz I told em once,
Money’s knockin’ better open up up up,
VERSE
Up up and away I go,
So 1st first off never say I won’t,
Pull up-pull up like 12 w A-Kay’s and a Canine don’t,
Think I’m the one to wait for any cake I’m owed,
The day I don’t,
Will be the day I’m dead,
Chopped into 6 pieces where I made my bed,
Indeed that’s God’s body like Jay I’ll say it,
Left arm and 2 legs right arm and head,
I can see they’ve been praying to stop me for once,
Ain’t even stoppin for lunch,
They mistake me for soft but like Rocky I punch,
Throwin shade what a shame it equates to them slangin’ a rock at the sun,
They’re the 2 up to 10 cuz they copied the one,
If you see me get up and adjust then good luck cuz I’ll shut this bitch down in and heartbeat at once,
Why trip,
I ain’t even try to do it like this,
I don’t think that they approve when I vent,
Pull the hammer back and then aim nigga every time I shoot it’s a hit,
Circle small can’t allow another Judas to fit,
Keep it cool cut a fool I get rude as a bitch,
Boy I’m baby bottom smooth when I move in the mix,
I was chosen the fuck I look like choosen a bitch,
That’s as true as it get,
Money’s here boy you better get used to it quick,
HOOK
Yea they say I got it for real… they call me the chosen one,
I made it here and somehow I ain’t gotta deal…can’t say I wanted one,
Pour it up until it overruns,
Yea you know what’s up,
Won’t repeat it cuz I told em once,
Money’s knockin’ better open up up up,
VERSE
Up like the sun in the mornin,
Like mics when performin,
Like flickin' a light switch from off up to on and,
Like the level of verses I’m writing recitin and finally recording,
The warning was clear that’s undoubtably true say,
I’m too Ye,
Give a fuck bout what you say,
That’s Tuesday to Tuesday,
Everyday for me’s a new day,
But some things never do change,
Gotta stay on it,
I believe I was chosen,
I swear ain’t no doubt I’m the dopest,
I’m already knowin’
They see and pretend they ain’t notice,
Regroup in my head and then note it,
Hope every last one of you niggas that hated wake up in a year and remember this moment,
Remember I’m clean it’s a breeze at 1000 degrees winter coat and my jeans still the coldest,
Man I’m bout to GOAT it,
Cuz,
HOOK
Yea they say I got it for real… they call me the chosen one,
I made it here and somehow I ain’t gotta deal…can’t say I wanted one,
Pour it up until it overruns,
Yea you know what’s up,
Won’t repeat it cuz I told em once,
Money’s knockin’ better open up up up,
VERSE
Up up up or I’ll blow this bitch down guy,
It could be sticks or just straw or a fuck ton of bricks all around I,
St-st-still will rip the muhfuckin roof off and eat through the neighboring towns might,
Let it slide if y’all open the door and if not then you’ll see that the down side,
Is a six foot hole full of bones w a stone where you don’t see the light underground why,
Fight it,
The options were clear they chose me it’s o.v. and I like it,
Envision it clear as I write it,
It’s like I’m a psychic,
And they’ll be a bank made of sand in the ocean they small unlike me cuz I’m more like an island,
Divide I play in a league of my own and the closest a nigga could get would be bitin,
The chosen one’s knockin unlock it bitch I was invited,
HOOK
Yea they say I got it for real… they call me the chosen one,
I made it here and somehow I ain’t gotta deal…can’t say I wanted one,
Pour it up until it overruns,
Yea you know what’s up,
Won’t repeat it cuz I told em once,
Money’s knockin’ better open up up up,