Upside Down

[Intro]

Their lies

Upside down, upside down, down

Their lies

Upside down, upside down

[Chorus: Ashley Sorrell]

When you pull up, will you pull it?

Are you the shooter? Trigger puller

Do you back up what you say you do?

Or Mr. Shoulda-Woulda?

Do you give back to the hood you from?

Or run, go to the jeweler?

When you got beef, do you stand or run?

Or talk from your computer?

Do you boss up? Put your people on?

Or hate 'cause you can't do it?

Will you speak the truth to power?

Or be silent, bite the bullet?

Which one are you?

Which one are you?

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]

Why the gay niggas tryna fuck the straight niggas

That's tryna fuck the gay bitches that look just like the straight niggas?

While the straight niggas that the gay bitches tryna look just like

Tryna look, just like the gay niggas, I must look just like the Gravediggaz

You think you the people's champ 'cause people playin' your single

But I don't think that you should keep playin' with me though

'Cause every time I squeeze a damn 3-4, that's the Reaper playin' bingo

That's a kilogram wrapped up on the Peter Pan Prevost

Whoever think I'm here to make some corny ass radio

Viacom jingle got my whole diatribe tangled

Sittin' high up on them tires, on my high horse, I'm Django

Likened by white powder, John Stamos

Probably the only artist, who can father time, John Amos

Rapper God erupted out of a Comic-Con-cano

Committin' lyrical homicide while beside Premo

To the downers, I'm Drano, to the genre, I'm Thanos

Any spitter think he sicker than that, I have the antidote

Take it back to when it was eighths in the pack

Kidnap you over that lil' rap you wrote, leave your family taken aback

By the handsome quote, that I left on that ransom note

I ain't one of these dudes who be computer screen beefin'

Gorilla nigga, killin' his Twitter TL, verbal abusin' females

Bill Maher use the term "nigga" so loosely

'Cause truthfully, he know that he be usin' it on the DL

Louis C.K. know he can use it in front of Pookie

But know damn well that he wouldn't use it in front of DL

White kids graduate to relationships with a ton of perks

Black kids, just aggravated and had to take a ton of Perc's

You come to church the 1st and 21st, and when it come to dirt

Gucci ain't the only one's puttin' black faces on front of shirts

Black women wanna be built like cartoon characters, Eric Cartman

That bears a strikin' resemblance to Sara Baartman

[Interlude: Royce da 5'9"]

Now Google that when you get a chance

You gon' find out America's heartless

Remember, the effort has to go into the art, not the wave

Everybody talking 'bout they own their masters

But if the music don't age well, it don't matter

It's like you own a hundred percent of nothing

Know your value

[Verse 2: BENNY THE BUTCHER]

The Butcher comin', nigga

All them times, you gave 'em your best, got you complicatin' your stress

Cash rules, your last move got 'em contemplatin' your next

I'm the one behind the wheel when them conversations go left

I need violence, Rasheed Wallace, I'm okay with a TEC

What's the difference from a nigga who lived it and storytellers?

Of course we felons, sold a brick whiter than Tori Spelling

Roll with killers, nobody on my block was poorer than us

I put a fork in the pot and got a euphoric feeling, uh

Young heathens clap tools over VVS jewels

White kids pull heaters at school, wanna CBS News

Became a legend for the skeptics who ain't believe he that dude

And for mornings, I never ate unless they feed me at school, uh-huh

Servin' out pots, had me turnin' out blocks

It's Griselda, nigga, you know we The Firm without Fox'

Everything about timing and I was stern on my clock

'Cause niggas out now grindin', tryna earn what I got, uh

Stick to the script, my advantage was hustle

So I'm sayin' off the muscle, I'm here, and careers I could cancel a couple

The shooter cross the Atlantic to touch you

Rubber bands in the duffle with both hands full, I ain't panic, I juggle

I'm very confident, y'all barely poppin' it, huh

Y'all niggas treat every project chick like Kerry Washington

Jail, backstabbin' to Hell, I took a consequence

A yard big enough at the crib to bury hostages