What's Up

If I get it right, Imma fuck a nigga bitch tonight

I got a girlfriend, shut up

Look, lay your eyes on the creme de la creme

Legend in my city, always keep the Cal on my brim

Got 25 to life I gotta live for the bro

I got like five real friends, the rest's just niggas I know

I'm politicking, shaking hands

But I can feel the fake in they squeeze

I'm going places they're unable to reach

People with money tryna throw me that cheese, what an investment

'Cause what I recoup is always uber-impressive

Ay, bouncing out Ubers, Uber black with a shooter

Look, I got the coat when we on the road and making maneuvers

I do not see them improving, what are they doing

I got the answers, I got the movement

Niggas are cancer, they got it backwards, they looking foolish, ay

Oh my, oh my god what is Raj on? (What I'm on)

I leveled up, I'm on god mode, uh

I'm putting on when I'm gone, so you can catch me in a different time zone (ohhhwoah)

That might be the one, look, aye (ohhhwoah)

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Don't ever act like we ain't working or we lucked up

I'm grinding hard, we going hard, you got me fucked up

Word around, ask around, they know what's up, they know what's up

(Don't ever act like we ain't working or we lucked up

I'm grinding hard, we going hard, you got me fucked up

Word around, ask around, they know what's up, they know what's up)

Don't ever act like we ain't working or we lucked up

I'm grinding hard, we going hard, you got me fucked up

Word around, ask around, they know what's up, they know what's up

(Don't ever act like we ain't working or we lucked up

I'm grinding hard, we going hard, you got me fucked up

Word around, ask around, they know what's up, they know what's up)

And boo, I can't believe it, and you're all on me

I used to roll up all by my lonely

But now everybody is such a homie, wow

These fucking phonies finna have a fit

Wait til me and Raj blew up and inherit that lavish shit

Hardest shit they rap about but never really be having it

My albums finna go diamond now, word to papa, shine it down

I could never give up, 'cause Imma live up to how we define the crown

Be a king, that's the shit that I'm on

Roll a backwood with lil' baby and get my rhyme on

My kindergarten teacher Ms. Rhymer, how ironic I became a writer

Little Murphy born in Kaiser I was raised by highland

I'm no stranger to sirens

I got homies who keep the piece just in case we meet violence

I was taught to be a role model for Milen, keep it funky

Coded silence, add to the equation, never be no minus

And she know I be grindin'

My momma made me listen to the whinings

I just look to God for guidance

This music is my light, it's lit, I'm shining

Don't ever act like we ain't working or we lucked up

I'm grinding hard, we going hard, you got me fucked up

Word around, ask around, they know what's up, they know what's up

(Don't ever act like we ain't working or we lucked up

I'm grinding hard, we going hard, you got me fucked up

Word around, ask around, they know what's up, they know what's up)

Don't ever act like we ain't working or we lucked up

I'm grinding hard, we going hard, you got me fucked up

Word around, ask around, they know what's up, they know what's up

(Don't ever act like we ain't working or we lucked up

I'm grinding hard, we going hard, you got me fucked up

Word around, ask around, they know what's up, they know what's up)