Up to Something

Intro

No man, no man, no man — them boys up to something

Whoa man, whoa man, whoa man — don’t be telling nothing

They’ll go behind your back — like a crossover

Don’t be spilling all them facts — that’s a takeover

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Hook

Destined for greatness — I told my people I’ma make it

Bro told me, “Stay patient — and keep faith in it”

Anything’s possible — possibly, I’m unstoppable

Sicker than sickle cell — ain’t no cure, but I got one though

I’m on a mission — I ain’t done though

Heart heavy, still I run slow

Pain in my steps, but my gun low

Still move wise, never dumb bro

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Verse 1

Send the prisoners to war — let ’em build for the poor

If we funding the pain, might as well change the score

Lock the borders like doors — that’s just how we secure

But there’s blood on these floors — tell me, what’s this all for?

Preaching in my J’s — pain under designer

Jumpman Jumpman — but I can’t jump no higher

23 shots — and they ain’t hit one

Now I move different — yeah, I like this run

Designer or better, top-tier on my sweater

Only rock real, make it timeless not trendier

See me level up, pressure turn me to a treasure

And I still count blessings like cheddar — forever

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Pre-Hook / Bridge

Hollup, hollup, hollup — what’s better than designer?

Top shelf drip — with a soul that’s finer

Jordan 1’s — that premium leather

Walk like a king, dressed like the pressure

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Hook (repeat)

No man, no man, no man — them boys up to something

Whoa man, whoa man, whoa man — don’t be telling nothing

They’ll go behind your back — like a crossover

Don’t be spilling all them facts — that’s a takeover

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Verse 2

Thousand-dollar jeans — Saint Laurent, that’s Paris

YSL tag — belt Hermes, they staring

Paying for holes in your shirt? You trippin’

But I’ll walk in his shoes — they fitted and different

350 Boosts — 500 a pair

Moon rocks glow — but they rocking them there

I don’t chase trends — I style with prayer

If your soul don’t match, I don’t care what you wear

I’ve been low but I stayed aware

Mind sharp like a millionaire

Not just money, I invest in care

Heart rich, I’m rare — real ones are rare

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Final Hook / Outro

No man, no man, no man — they plotting in silence

Whoa man, whoa man, whoa man — moving with no guidance

Facts turn to fire — that’s the real exposure

Don’t be telling all them truths — that’s a real takeover

Too many talking, too few really doing

I keep moving — through the ruin, I’m renewing

This ain’t just flex — this a soul contribution

So if you hear me loud — just know I’m up to something