[Intro]
Gb Fm Gb Fm

[Verse 1]
              Gb
My niggas be smokin' on somethin' loud
                   Fm
Head to the clouds I ain't been steppin' out
                                   Gb
Tired of stickin' out in the crowd This world is changin
                     Fm
Right in front of me And gray hairs I'm agin

Quicker than I thought I'd be

[Chorus]
Gb                                                               Fm
  Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
                                                               Gb
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
                                                               Fm
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
                                                               Gb
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

[Verse 2]
Gb
Please believe these flows teach egos to  freeze and then reseed  I'm
     Fm
C4 beneath your

Jeep the second you turn that key

Holdin' heat blows your weak flows right out the water
   Gb
The father boy

I work smarter and harder
                                             Fm
My style got a restraining order don't bother

I charter unseen territories in order

To push it farther than you niggas had ever thought of
 Gb
I  caught a lot of murder charges turn artists to martyrs  When

I rock thot turns to goddess
Fm
Fiends turn to kings dreams turn to things tangible

My hands are full with grands
      Gb
I pull  from stanzas  No

I can't go slow  I'm  Sandra  Boyle
                                           Fm
Either proceed with speed or don't breathe

Snow creed a color that won't heed to the warning

The planet is shaped when

I'm performing
Gb
  Tectonic plates from a place with text on their waist
                                               Fm
So stay safe or get left with chest on your face

As death waits for your last breath

I'mma pass the test Yes
                         Gb
I'm a master chef wanna taste and pay for it

They claim they're real but they're seldom straight for it

The pain
              Fm
I feel on my frame gets transmuted to a dangerous flame

I spit fire at the devil while the angels sang
     Gb
The flow changed but remains the same

I'm playing

Jane out of chain on my   net with shine like baguettes
Fm
Ashamed not to flex to rhyme like the rest

My mind's quite depressed if
                    Gb
I don't write I'm  Spike

Lee of the audio back in my barrio

Parties got shout outs so
                        Fm
I built up all my cardio

Dodge shells collect coins like a  Mario

But this is not a gaming experience

I'm serious  nigga

[Chorus]
Gb                                                               Fm
  Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
                                                               Gb
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
                                                               Fm
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
                                                               Gb
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

[Verse 3]
              Gb
My niggas be smokin' on somethin' loud
                   Fm
Head to the clouds I ain't been steppin' out
                                   Gb
Tired of stickin' out in the crowd This world is changin
                     Fm
Right in front of me And gray hairs I'm agin

Quicker than I thought I'd be

[Verse 4]

Gb
   I'm that  bass in your trunk the bullet that missed  Trump

The gun that jammed cause it seemed

God had other plans
Fm
The son of man extending his hand the son of

Sam in forgiveness For all of the homicides we witnessed
 Gb
The over-dramatized the traumatized with sickness

Thrown in a   pan and caramelized for  richness
Fm
And served on a plate with sirloin steak

To billionaires who don't care the world's gonna break
            Gb
Long as they  make money off it pain brings profit

One man gains it soon as the next man lost it
Fm
There's a bridge you can walk to hear God talk

But there are real slim odds a rich man crosses
       Gb
Cause greed is a poison

Indeed as it spreads like weeds through the mind's apple trees
Fm
I proceed with caution and

I'm not flossing

Unlike some

I'm not defined by my fortune
     Gb
I'm defined by rhymes though

I'm in my prime

There was times that

I was  down cause I thought I lost it
      Fm
But no lo and behold as my poetry grows

I give all glory to

God as the story unfolds
         Gb
And the gray hairs that grow on my head will show

Ain't no time limit to get it you ain't never too old
            Fm
So keep hold of your dream no matter how it seems

If you don't water your lawn well then it won't stay green
      Gb
I seen  babies turn fiends addicted to the screen

The dad shares cashiers replaced by machines
     Fm
Don't  buy subscribe so you can just

Your content like rent you won't own a thing
           Gb
Before long all the songs the whole world sings

Will be generated by latest of AI regimes
Fm
As all of our favorite artists are raced by a scream

From the wayside hey whatever happened to human beings

[Chorus]
Gb                                                               Fm
  Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
                                                               Gb
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
                                                               Fm
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
                                                               Gb
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

[Outro]
My niggas be smokin' on something loud