Put Em Up

[Chorus] I'm back up on my shit This is 'bout to hit We're quaking in this bitch Trunk Muzik don't quit Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Trunk Muzik don't quit I don't care what they talkin' 'bout [Verse 1] Yeah, high school dropouts Work 'til you clock out, then go mob out With them AKs in a trap house, the steaks at the chophouse They know I come from those slums, ride around with dumb guns Shawty Fatt told me to go stupid, I'm going dum-dum This is the legion, Slumerican steel breeding Mountain Dew in a bottle, baby is barely teething Heathens becoming professionals in the off-season That dope under the tarp season, yeah [Chorus] And I'm back up on my shit This is 'bout to hit We're quaking in this bitch Trunk Muzik don't quit Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Trunk Muzik don't quit I don't care what they talkin' 'bout [Verse 2] He left the venue in handcuffs, nose was all broken Smilin', that's my people, they fucking all know it We wildin', it's a congregation of every nation Race, color, and creed, identities at the shows, face it We leaders and we lead by settin' examples Fuck social media posts, we post up with these handles Of whiskey, smoking Camels From Dollar General sandals to red bottom slips Quarter-million dollar whips, yeah [Chorus] I'm back up on my shit This is 'bout to hit We're quaking in this bitch Trunk Muzik don't quit Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Trunk Muzik don't quit I don't care what they talkin' 'bout [Verse 3] Where I'm from I'm not afraid and I'm not ashamed Can't say that it's hard to put in words because it ain't They left the door open, now I own the house I never sit still, I don't even own a couch I was raised by a gangster so I could never be a coward Now I'm raisin' gangsters, every album, every hour Pray hard and go slay hard with that deep resentment A wordsmith, a word chemist, limitless [Chorus] I'm back up on my shit This is 'bout to hit We're quaking in this bitch Trunk Muzik don't quit Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Trunk Muzik don't quit I don't care what they talkin' 'bout [Verse 4] Thank you for loving me when I needed it and not leaving Thank you for seeing me when even I couldn't see it For all the times that we communicated with this music Thank you to anyone who gave a shit to listen to it Thank you mama for dragging us through hell, it worked out well Thank you to all my fallen angels locked up in a cell This is God working, and this won't be my final letter This is Trunk Muzik 4Ever, forever