Get Up 2 Come Down

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown & Big K.R.I.T.] Trying to get up to come down Got that playa shit by the pound The gold with the lacs and the crown Make it where them hoes come around Trying to get up to come down Booming like a sub-underground The whole city hearin' it's around We all on the get up to come down [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.] Back at it one mo' 'gain Cranking my motor, revving my engine Chilling the AC 'til it's colder than a breeze in Alaska Sun shine like the wintertime just passed us Watching for laws and jackers 'Cause this shit here too clean to be taken I keep it tucked off in my clothes You'll never catch me out here buck-naked Fresh drawls, them deadstock Js for the caskets Pressing up on these bastards that owe me and I gots to have it Wake up and cake up 'cause it's only right Soon as the sun go down, the freaks come out And they gon' dress in something tight I'm tryna dig deep, ginger ale and Hennessy It keep me in the zone, all night long til’ the clock strikes twelve One more then I'm out of the front door On a mission like a Waffle House cook for the 2-4-7 Man, I'm just trying to get paid And make it where these mothafuckas hate I got up to come down [Chorus: Sleepy Brown & Big K.R.I.T.] Trying to get up to come down Got that playa shit by the pound The gold with the lacs and the crown Make it where them hoes come around Trying to get up to come down Booming like a sub-underground The whole city hearin' it's around We all on the get up to come down [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.] This for those playas in those gator belts Getting cheese like patty melts, serving up game like help yourself Refereeing, calling plays on the sidelines Super the bowl, diamonds and gold, won a ring like five times I remember wanting to be that cause I seen it Don't ever tell a hoe you love a hoe if you don't mean it Unless it's bout that paper paper, got that from a playa pimp They say it's work to be a P-I, easier to be a simp Put it in motion, rollercoasting, peep the focus of a go-getter If you flip it once and get it, it for sure figures If you ain't eating with your squad, you's a hoe nigga That's from the heart, never pump Kool-Aid when we on a mission That's 24/7 like a waffle cook in a Waffle House kitchen Man, I'm just trying to get paid And make it where these mothafuckas hate I got up to come down [Chorus: Sleepy Brown & Big K.R.I.T.] Trying to get up to come down Got that playa shit by the pound The gold with the lacs and the crown Make it where them hoes come around Trying to get up to come down Booming like a sub-underground The whole city hearin' it's around We all on the get up to come down [Verse 3: Cee-Lo Green & (Big K.R.I.T.)] Now here's a little story that must be told A wild young nigga off on Campbellton Road I was raised on Kingsridge where there weren't no rules Robbing niggas for they Starter jackets and shoes Yeah, I've done some real things, family full of fiends Forty ounce of Old English and some Newport kings Went from a pocket full of pieces and '74 Caprices To a Benz and a crib in Buckhead, thank you, Jesus Boy I'm Sweet James Jones when I'm whipping a Biarritz A Rollie on my wrist and a super bad bitch And you know it's southside, you can tell by the color Get a good look 'cause there'll never be another Hoes, a hundred spokes, what you expect? And trust me, money can't buy you that respect Gotta feel it out of love, and get it from out the mud And it'll come round, or get out the way I'm coming down (Ooh, shit!) [Outro: Big K.R.I.T. & (Sleepy Brown)] (Trying to get up to come down) Young playa worldwide, third coast all day Mississippi well connected everywhere, mayne "4eva N a Day", 4eva howeva, 4eva anyway You know how it be, mayne When you all the way down in the game underground (Trying to get up to come down) When you come up off that thang, mayne Them people can't stand you, mayne They can't, they can't get with it, mayne Cause they don't realize how or what it took To get to a place where forever is a mighty long time And all that time, you was doing it big (Trying to get up to come down) Somebody get fitted 4eva is, 4eva was and 4eva we will be Multi til' the muthafuckin sun die K-R-I-T, King Remembered In Time, believe that there (Trying to get up to come down) So as the beat keep rolling on The slab keep hitting it, and that 808 keep going on And that bassline keep being filthy and slashing This is forever ever lasting in a timeless fashion, beitch!