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What Up! Songtext
von Jay Park

What Up! Songtext

Yeah, now ask around
How many mouths I keep fed
Talk is so mothafuckin′ cheap
How many promises I kept
How many tears my mom wept

Priceless to see her smile
Now she full of happiness
The hours is countless

I grind like I'm closer to death
I never rest clueless
You never know know when′s your last breath

So before that day comes
We gon' get it, we gon' get it
We gon′ live it, we gon′ breathe it
We gon' eat it, we gon′ shit it

We gon' kiss it, like we miss it
We done did it like we destined
Finna preach it like a reverend
Finna preach it like a reverend, oh lord, yeah


Speakin′ it into existence
Words that benefit us all they never seem to listen
Who the realest
I'm repping AOMG, H1GHR MUSIC
Seattle 2 Seoul, Roc Nation, Art of Movement

So it′s very seldom, if you see me acting stupid
Never take for granted, all the people I influence
Don't wanna be a nuisance, I wanna be the truest
Don't wanna sit assuming, we ball like Patrick Ewing

Yeah, it′s good vibes only
The savior has come so of course they try to stone me

What′s up (what's up, what′s up)
What's up (what′s up, what's up)
All my people what′s up (what's up, what's up)
What′s up (what′s up, what's up)

Watch how the vocals turn me into a mogul
Penmanship to a business
To beamers, Benz′s and Bentley
A percentage for quotables

They selling their souls tell 'em my shit ain′t affordable
There's nothing more important than morals, I was told


Today I walked on water without getting soaked
Last flow probably out there at Hov′s
Tapping into them higher powers
Knowledge is diabolical

Knighting through the wire like I
Devour a Mario fire flower
Sorta beyond iconic I need a title
Like Michael Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Oher

Better you than me on the other side of that rifle
Not the best advice but it worked for me as far as life go
Catch 22 new nigga fresh off the old era
The flow was better the gold was potent

The chain you was rocked that posed as gold close to metal
But fuck it get them tokens
Fans don't know no better
Go on nigga (go on nigga)

Yeah, they wanna see if I got it so I be plotting
Making every move like Hov
Be checkin' on me like he watching

These opportunities you see me
Find ′em like I lost it
Then you′ll probably see me
Turn them bitches into profit

Not just for me but for all of us
I stay anonymous and go to war
Like I'm Spartacus
We get it lit like party bus

I swear I′ve seen a few real ones
Turns out its only us damn
I'm from the place where the Sonics used to be
Ask for a feature one day and next day its RIP

Where people thinking that
Shit don′t really be popping off
But the homies carry that thing
To keep from meeting God

We not the same riding together it feels right
Root for the underdog cause
I know what that feels like
I'm just here to uplift never trip over dumb shit

AOMG H1GHR MUSIC
Turned nothing to something
You taking someone′s life cause
They took your cash
Just think u can make money
But a life you can't make that back

Want that 15 minutes and
More followers on Instagram
So you sell your soul not realizing
That it's all a fad
Damn

Look I′m probably guilty of it too
Shit I′m human stupid mistake
Making's what we do
Long as I′m true to myself
Then I can never lose

Retire change my name to
Tom and catch me on a cruise
Accomplishing impossible
Missions got optical vision

So sick but don't require doctoral visits
Every bar of the top is exquisite
God is my witness
I get the chicken trust me
I do not ever wing it

Always give it one hunnit
Take shots I ain′t ducking
All this jiving and shucking
Think you're Superbad?
You′re McLovin

Fogle mothafucka's backin' up
When you get caught frontin′
No need to tape myself busting
A nut you′ll see me coming

All this smoke will Pusha T
Back you ain't safe
Hooked up that heart monitor
Get no response like Drake

Drippin′ too heavy yeah
Call it a splash like waves
So many coward mother fuckers
This the home of the brave how?

You takin' children away from families
Shit′s a fuckin' catastrophe
We all kings call me majesty
This ain′t what I gotta be
This is what I have to be

So what's up (what's up, what′s up)
All my people what′s up (what's up, what′s up)
Everybody what's up (everybody what′s up, what's up)
What′s up

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