Unknown artist ☆ 50 Cent – We Up ft. Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

I’m around the bullshit
like a matador
I’m used to the bullshit it
don’t matter boy
Corporate acquisitions
accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and
double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions Moulin
Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak
nigga break down
So what you want
the cheese or the chicks
You want the chicks
but you want the cheese
A bitch gotta eat
I’m havin’ the epiphany you
niggas ain’t shit to me
Worse than the scum in the slum
I’m from I’m a southside nigga
yeah I’m ’bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners
come and outline
You ain’t made of what I’m made of
You a bum nigga with a bum bitch
Your shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch
look like that
You all know
when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake hit the button then we
pullin’ down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m
pullin’ out a knot
Strapped with the glock won’t
pull it out a lot
But front I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it
Niggas ain’t on the shit we on
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
We up nigga
visualize everything
i needed and dream
Penalized every ho nigga
that have a scheme
Guns in your video
get you locked in a beam
Yeah I kill a nigga quick
no worries my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter
as soon as they brought up
Charity work parking
tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over
your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first
million fucking dollars
Brought a Bible
oh yeah God got me
Made my second million dollars
bought a chopper and a binocular
I’m scared this shit
don’t happen to everybody
I’m on Instagram looking at
your favorite singer
Debating on should
I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou she got a hell of a adlib
I’m in her mouth like
I knew I could have kids
You all know
when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake hit the button
then we pullin’ down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and
I’m pullin’ out a knot
Strapped with the Glock
won’t pull it out a lot
But front I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the shit we on
Everything new Spikes
on the Louboutins
We up nigga
Got pussy for dinnerbomb
kush for breakfast
Deep colored VS stones
around my neck bitch
It feels like a nigga dreamin’
Seat back music
bumpin’ niggas leanin’
Bulls eye that’s what we came for
The bread now a nigga
run the game boy
I should’ve sent the broad
to report what’s in the yard
Aloof livin’ I came up so hard
No pain no gain
it’s embedded in the brain
I’m in it for the grip
motherfuck the fame
when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake hit the button then we
pullin’ down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m
pullin’ out a knot
Strapped with the glock won’t
pull it out a lot
But front I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the shit we on
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
We up nigga