Walk With It

[Intro: Jay Electronica]

I got eight bars to come in before I talk shit right? Yeah

Uh, yeah, uh

You know I had to do a bounce record

Come on, you know where I'm from?

I had to do a bounce record

Plus I'm going home next week

Falon, I see you

[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]

I'm from that UPT

I'm out that Third Ward where they bussin' heads

Moving, shaking, hustling, scrambling, bucking and ducking feds

The corners stay hot as saunas with blood rushing red

Down in the Dirty we bout it and we ain't fucking scared

I got em shook from the jump, cuz I'm a soldier these niggas is yellow

I told you I'm out that Magnolia, my nigga, foreal-a

On the grind all the time, load and stacking that scrilla

It's the South, man, we put the fucking "g" in gorilla

Uh, talk slick and get your neck slit quick

'Cuz Uptown niggas don't play that shit

And if you ready come get me, got a squad that's with me

That blow the beef outta control like Ja and 50

I'm the king, the daddy, you heard, the best around

Link up with Lil Flip man, we tear this bitch down

You know when them South boys is coming around

'Cuz all you gon' hear is, "Lay it down, lay it down"

[Hook: Jay Electronica]

Now walk, walk with it (X4)

Rock, rock with it (X4)

Shake, shake with it (X4)

Pop, pop with it (X4)

[Verse 2: Lil Flip]

A lot of rap cats rap about jewels

But that ain't rose gold, that fool's

Look at the shoes on the whip, 22's

I still got a deal, what about you?

I got liquor, nigga, you want a drink?

I go on shopping sprees, you want a mink?

I'm just kidding, I ain't tricking for a ho

This how I'm living, I ain't hurting for no dough

I push tight whips just like Percy

I always rock custom jerseys

My new shit about to drop on you niggas

Just call me ho, when you not with your nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]

Now, here's a little story I got to tell

About a fresh young nigga you know so well

It started way back in history

In that Third Ward Magnolia, yeah UPT

I was born in seventy-six, and raised in the eighties

Pops left when I was six, I was raised by ladies

Son of Marilyn, brother of Fal

I grew up one block over from the South

T.I. told me, "Be Easy" but I'm hungry as fuck

I want a house on the hill and some pump in the truck

Now I'm up in the club player setting it off

With a mic in my palm tight letting it off

Shorty, smiling saying I'm spectacular

She wanna bite me on my neck like Dracula

She says she wanna show me something good after the show

Whatever ma, for now get your ass on the floor and

[Hook]