Man Up

[Intro: Larry June] You know what I'm sayin', wakin' up early and shit Man, gotta get this motherfuckin' money, off top [Verse 1: Larry June] So much shit on my mind, I left town for a week Touched down, I'm in Philly, man, I should've brought the mink Bitch, I'm certified, but I chose to keep it low-key Crime organized, it's all about survival in these streets I'm taking bigger bets, vintage nine thirty-one twenty Sippin' blue label in my living room, this ain't Henny Let's talk numbers, I'm thinking six figures in a week Waking up beast mode 'cause a nigga gotta eat A exit plan, put the work in and made it out the street You a different type of nigga if you hatin' on me It's ups and it's downs, it's highs and it's lows They love you whеn you on, they'll leave you whеn you broke [Chorus: Larry June] Man up, gotta get it on your on Learnt at a young age the streets was cold Had to go get it by my motherfucking lonely Real niggas tryna make it out, you niggas phony Real niggas always know family always come first Real niggas never give up, we make it work Real niggas always gon' make that shit back Real niggas always gon' make that shit stack [Verse 2: Berner] Yeah, you know I gotta go big Bought a spot for the kids right across the bridge Yeah, and you know what the problem is My old friends, they don't wanna live A quarter ticket for the room in NY Dropped a box off in Harlem, sent a few to Bed Stuy Spent a soft ten five on a red eye flight Watched my competition drown tryna beat my price We from the home of peacoats, I miss that good Nadine Yeah, we milk a bitch so the fit stay clean I'm in the club with the playas knockin' bitches for fun Knowin' damn well I got it, I just ran through a ton Had to get it on my own, talkin' numbers on my phone I just made two million dollars, dog, I'm on a roll It ain't come easy, but my pockets on swole I did what I had to, even made a bitch ho [Chorus: Larry June] Man up, gotta get it on your on Learnt at a young age the streets was cold Had to go get it by my motherfucking lonely Real niggas tryna make it out, you niggas phony Real niggas always know family always come first Real niggas never give up, we make it work Real niggas always gon' make that shit back Real niggas always gon' make that shit stack [Outro: Berner] Once again Oh, you know we had to do it, too I had to make it stack Fuck around and run it back Cooks & Orange Juice It's a San Francisco thing They ask me why I'm so cool, that cool Bay Area breeze, man That chill water by the beach, man, by the bridge It's just the player in me, mane, Cooks & Orange Juice Numbers