Lyrics Get Up! (It's The Weekend) - Sudad G. Remix Edit - Jared Jones feat. Tascha Johnson

I used to tell'em I would make it/
The used to look at me like I was crazy/
Mama used to say I should pray and I should praise, and
I didn't have a lot but I had what it would take/
So I put it all together not knowing what it would make/
And suddenly.
My future seemed better than the past/
Got a present for the present which was better than the last/
Cos back then, I wasn't getting cheddar for the rap/
Had a thing for shorty but she wouldn't let me tap that ass/
So, scratch that, this is just a flashback/
I'm in the music lab treating beats like they lab rats/
My swagger I copy written all you cats swag-jack/
Shout out to my cousin Richy, we about to count stacks/
Word up.
Yeah. cos am the illest on the scene/
I cut the greatest verse head off like I spit a guile tine/
I'm in the game playing in the winning team/
The swag is Tanzania, but the Flo is European/
I'm so about it, I got my name on it/
Life is a given, so I live it like I own it/
Fuck the past doug, im living in the moment/
Shout out to miss Independent who is single and alone/
And.
You can say got this/
I'm not hot, am HOTNESS/
Dick shorty brains off, leave her layin topless/
MONSTER... LOCHNESS/
I hit, I do not miss/
My spit is the shit, so all my releases are classics/
Feel me,,?
And this is the debut/
Rappers pissed at me, wanna hang me up like J'esus/
Kids up in my business, I teach'em why they should stay in school/
I spit that magic moment sipping on that grey goose/
Uh. nigga I don't wana see y'all/
If you take me as competition, wouldn't wanna be y'all/
Money over everything, snitches tryna be involved/
Am all about my everything, no trials ama be all/
I can be before am gone home and y'all miss me/
I'm into Long distance trade, I write my own history/
I slow flo, ma slow floz work's terrific/
In the game balling you just got some front row tickets/
The ones that knew that I was gonna have it before I was ONE/
I could picture popping bottles at awards
So I went and told mama ama get it before it was done/
Yeah. and I am ILLMATIX baby/
Y'all are the reason that am still acting crazy/
Y'all are the reason that am still at this may be/
Till i'm gone I believe i'd still be what you made me/
Word up.
Gimme a minute to relax/
I just ate the beat put a remix in my glass/
And I don't need no lyrics for the track/
I spit it how I feel it cos ma feeling are exact/

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