Uptown

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Yeah Uh-huh Uh, hardly home but always reppin' You hardly on and always second When I'm awake, you always restin' And when they call you the answer, you are hardly questioned I'm doin' classic shit in all my sessions Other niggas' situations, they are all depressin' That's why I never follow y'all suggestions I just always did my own thing Now I run the game, you stupid motha-suckas I see all this money through my Ohio State Buckeyes Shit been goin' good, but good can turn to better Cause you the type to lose her, and I'm about to get her It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on Yeah, wrong way down a one-way Women don't get saved 'round me, even on a Sunday Damn, where I get it from? These niggas always wonder who Then they meet my pop and tell him, "Drake is just a younger you" And shawty wanna party, so don't let yo' girl up out the house Or there'll be shots on TMZ of me givin' her mouth-to-mouth Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her I drive two black cars, I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther I don't ever play, but I'm in the game lady They just lose to love, those are tennis games, lady Have you countin' money, goin' duffle bag crazy Sippin' on Pink Floyd and puffin Wayne Brady Damn, Whose Line is it Anyway? I'm in the daze, you been amazed Y'all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage I'm on fire, yup, I've been a blaze I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, you look nice And yo' frame makes me wanna bowl a strike, well alright Guess I might, know what? Fuck it, yes I will I am more than what you bargained for and nothin' less than real Put it to ya life It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on Bun B, king of the trill, also one of the dopest Whether the streets or on the mic, I'm dope and yes I'm focused The gangsta recognize me for my loc-ness, no joke, it's Time to shake these haters off like the skin of a locust Or maybe like a python, that's the type of shit I'm on I wrote this on my iPhone, so let me drop this iBomb I palm the game like it's a Spalding ball and take flight From the free-throw line and slam it down like I'm the great Mike Bun and Wayne and Drake in here, mayne, this gon' be a great night Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white Try to cross me over I just fake left, then I break right Stupid animal tricks like David Letterman's Late Night This that major moment you've been waitin' on for too long The best that ever did it and doin' it on a new song UGK and Young Money, too strong Bound to be in the green like a crouton, so what the fuck is you on? It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy I own the swagga supermarket and you, you just a bag boy Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had boy Hate and I will leave your chest the color of my flag, boy Soowoo bitch, I do this shit, I'll erase you like I drew you bitch And I keep that toaster, you can come and be my strudel, bitch I'm so uptown And mutha-fucka if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah And now I'm on that rock shit But why they let me in? I'mma start shootin in a moshpit Haha, fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Weezy in ya mouth, now, Weezy what you talkin' 'bout Young Mula, baby It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on