Lyrics:

God given, I’m killing this bomb witness,
I’m calling rap dead because I put my time in it
I don’t mind being ready to die as long as this is at the arena
And we did it and my momma seen it.
This is my arm swinging and my alarm ringing
Fighting against time but writing is on
Saying the light on my wall just look like it might have fallen
You fell forward, say bye to them, say hi to rhymatron
I came to this, ‘cause God won’t let me,
But I guess me you don’t
Anybody gonna tell you, nah.
I’m here to catch you, I was down so I fell back
Hit the ground, landed on my feet vertical, fell back too, so you can
I will never lay down and, I was definitely about to
Then Eminem came like “nah”
This shit is entertaining, listen to the shit they saying
Venom is spreading which is why all I know is I’m on a all time ultimate
High inspired by all time low.

How could’ve you gonna get up,
How could’ve you gonna get up.
How could’ve you gonna get up,
How could’ve you gonna get up.

In these days, life is a short shot, they try to end you,
And this game is like a sport, they come to try and pan you
I leave the stage on life support when I rock the venue,
If you ain’t got a knife and fork you’re probably on the menu.
If I ain’t make history before I left it will be like using my last effort
And break before my death is more than myth.
More or less join the escort, ignore the rest,
I summon you like you’re more than two in all for yes.
Nah, I never, yeah, you said I would,
My destiny said, homie you in a Disney
Foolish is Judas, nigger, you’re lost,
Now I’m feeling like Black Jesus, role nigger to cross one.
If I refuse to, the fact that I used to, is making me say
This is how we attacking it, for rappers who passion it
Took the idea of a groupie, re-imagine it, without planning it.
Now the whole plan it has to admit that’s the shit.

How could’ve you gonna get up,
How could’ve you gonna get up.
How could’ve you gonna get up,
How could’ve you gonna get up.

Hey, buddy, I’ll invite you to a crazy party
Have some fun, blockin’ the sun with the Shady on me
These women they feelin like skin, baby, they be on me
My flow want it for sure, I’m a great tsunami
I’m with my awesome click on another dull trip,
From front of the stage all the way back to the door it thick
Like secretly filming a mob, we recording hits
What a fuckin’ lifestyle, maybe that’s why I’m on my dick
Man, I ain’t about the, I own no hotter,
You be in the hour, missed one this, I got you
Can’t find a reason not to, my ink, take it to church
‘cause you become a tent to custom and then told me
You’re still so hot and I, focus you on this,
Ain’t call this a war, but if you y’all need me to make it clear
For no slighting and pear like a flatness, most all with no gas, you ain’t going nowhere.
We’re the sixty minute group, this shit better be out of here.

How could’ve you gonna get up,
How could’ve you gonna get up.
How could’ve you gonna get up,
How could’ve you gonna get up.

A mystery show of skill, imposing my will,
A visionary, want me with my back to the ground, I ain’t with the missionary
Walk in my shoes and repall of that game,
Along with any invisible wall that accompanies fame
Lose for ton frames covering scars to go and stare ‘em
Got enemies that I burn these bars for both pardon
So I tuck me this fill plate, get the enemy from behind the counter
But you can’t scream, you ain’t feel safe, you just
The people are praying are, I thought I was set up to,
This slaughterhouse game like, nah.
So I live by real simple philosophy,
If you stay grounded watch God keep giving you reasons not to begin
Is not in my plan to, if this still happen, I,
Is that even possible, keep that out of my reach
Still I’m praying the shit get manifested,
Let the flow stage dive and hopes that the fans are catch it
If you ever purse a fear you should understand the message.

How could’ve you gonna get up,
How could’ve you gonna get up.
How could’ve you gonna get up,
How could’ve you gonna get up.