Lyrics:

Pushing buttons tryna play games; but you can't, I got a character to maintain
Tryna manipulate what you can't change, I been running with the wild since the 5th grade
Ain't no telling what I'ma do when they throw shade, 'hit 'em with a word of repellent' but that's as no gain
Hold up ... you a shooter with the low aim, I ain't coming down to nobody level with with no shame
I'ma speak my mind, I got a free brain; I ain't chicken with mine, I got a free range
If I'm scared to point out what I see wrong, then I don't trust the right one, for he reigns
I don't need Hov and I don't need Ye; I got a co-signer bigger than your DJ
My platform was inherited, my intelligence came from the Godhead separated three-way
I'ma drag 'em till it's on, I'm a trip wire; I'm a dragon in the cold tryna spit fire
Now respect, I'm a T-Rex with a V-neck with an ill state of mind for an empire
They livin' sweet in the dark for the limelight, lower level living perpetrating for the high life
When the Son rise in the nightlight, I can see the shine up on the shadows like it's daylight
And they like roaches when the light hit 'em, ferocious; the neck froze with a neck rope, that's hopeless
A chain and a million dollar name ain't a thang when the game got 150 ways to promote it
I pray to God he don't pass me by, God alone is my alibi
Every tongue will confess to the crown, bend down; he a Jap at the knees like a Samurai

I'm on a team winning, can't lose; I got a coach with a heal that you can't bruise
I got a clique that a-gon' act crazy, my squad so lit, we can trip, yeah we can coon
I got a chick off the market you can't choose, I hula-hooped a ring up on her but that's old news
I'm a young'un with the veterans, living legend intelligent, gentlemen swinging pendulum, sick of me telling 'em
But I'm active, take a look at the tactics; I can be a prick when I'm on point, I'm a cactus
But I'd rather be sick with the pen when I'm rapping, I'm committed to flipping and ripping 'em with gymnastics
Now look at the pen, I'm pendulum swinging attractive; gimme the eyes and the ears appealing the crowd, what happened
Titanium flowing out of the cranium, vocal out of the trachea, taking nothing for granted, what's cracking?
Blood with it, what's bracking? You don't wanna be around me lately; life got flipped, did a whole 180
Gotta take pills on the regular, like 1-2-3 I'm in a zone, everybody go crazy
Up super high with the hawk flow; I cut 'em up, how high can a hawk go?
Not a new thing, call me Lu Kane; I been kicking it with the style, come around yo

Turn up with it
How you feel when you turn up with it
When you turn up with it
That's how you, how you feel when you turn up with it
That's how you turn up with it
That's how you, how you feel when you turn up with it
Turn up with it, hey
How you feel when you turn up with it
When you turn up with it
That's how you, how you feel when you turn up with it
That's how you turn up with it
That's how you, how you feel when you turn up with it
When you turn up with it
That's how you, how you feel when you turn up with it
That's how you turn up with it
That's how you, how you feel when you turn up with it
When you turn up with it
That's how you, how you feel when you turn up with it
That's how you turn up with it
That's how you, how you feel when you turn up with it
When you turn up with it
That's how you, how you feel when you turn up with it
Turn up with it, hey