Get Up 2 Come Down - Big K.R.I.T., CeeLo Green, Sleepy Brown

Trying to get up to come down

Got that playa shit by the pound

The gold with the lacs and the crown

Make it where them hoes come around

Trying to get up to come down

Booming like a sub-underground

The whole city hearin' it’s around

We all on the get up to come down

Back at it one mo' 'gain

Cranking my motor, revving my engine

Chilling the AC 'til it’s colder than a breeze in Alaska

Sun shine like the wintertime just passed us

Watching for laws and jackers

'Cause this shit here too clean to be taken

I keep it tucked off in my clothes

You’ll never catch me out here buck-naked

Fresh drawls, them deadstock Js for the caskets

Pressing up on these bastards that owe me and I gots to have it

Wake up and cake up 'cause it’s only right

Soon as the sun go down, the freaks come out

And they gon' dress in something tight

I’m tryna dig deep, ginger ale and Hennessy

It keep me in the zone, all night long til' the clock strikes twelve

One more then I’m out of the front door

On a mission like a Waffle House cook for the 2−4-7

Man, I’m just trying to get paid

And make it where these mothafuckas hate

I got up to come down

Trying to get up to come down

Got that playa shit by the pound

The gold with the lacs and the crown

Make it where them hoes come around

Trying to get up to come down

Booming like a sub-underground

The whole city hearin' it’s around

We all on the get up to come down

This for those playas in those gator belts

Getting cheese like patty melts, serving up game like help yourself

Refereeing, calling plays on the sidelines

Super the bowl, diamonds and gold, won a ring like five times

I remember wanting to be that cause I seen it

Don’t ever tell a hoe you love a hoe if you don’t mean it

Unless it’s bout that paper paper, got that from a playa pimp

They say it’s work to be a P-I, easier to be a simp

Put it in motion, rollercoasting, peep the focus of a go-getter

If you flip it once and get it, it for sure figures

If you ain’t eating with your squad, you’s a hoe nigga

That’s from the heart, never pump Kool-Aid when we on a mission

That’s 24/7 like a waffle cook in a Waffle House kitchen

Man, I’m just trying to get paid

And make it where these mothafuckas hate

I got up to come down

Trying to get up to come down

Got that playa shit by the pound

The gold with the lacs and the crown

Make it where them hoes come around

Trying to get up to come down

Booming like a sub-underground

The whole city hearin' it’s around

We all on the get up to come down

Now here’s a little story that must be told

A wild young nigga off on Campbellton Road

I was raised on Kingsridge where there weren’t no rules

Robbing niggas for they Starter jackets and shoes

Yeah, I’ve done some real things, family full of fiends

Forty ounce of Old English and some Newport kings

Went from a pocket full of pieces and '74 Caprices

A Benz and a crib in Buckhead, thank you, Jesus

Boy I’m Sweet James Jones when I’m whipping a Biarritz

A Rollie on my wrist and a super bad bitch

And you know it’s southside, you can tell by the color

Give it a good look cause there’ll never be another

Hoes, a hundred spokes, what you expect?

And trust me, money can’t buy you that respect

Gotta feel it out of love, and get it from out the mud

And it’ll come round, or get out the way

I’m coming down

Trying to get up to come down

Young playa worldwide, third coast all day

Mississippi well connected everywhere mayne

«4eva N a Day», 4eva howeva, 4eva anyway

You know how it be mayne

When you all the way down in the game underground

Trying to get up to come down

When you come up off that thang mayne

Them people can’t stand you mayne

They can’t, they can’t get with it mayne

Cause they don’t realize how or what it took

To get to a place where forever is a mighty long time

And all that time, you was doing it big

Trying to get up to come down

Somebody get fitted

4eva is, 4eva was and 4eva we will be

Multi til' the muthafuckin sun die

K-R-I-T, King Remembered In Time, believe that there

Trying to get up to come down

So as the beat keep rolling on, the slab keep hitting that

808 keep going on and the bassline keep being filthy and slashing

This is forever ever lasting in a timeless fashion, beitch!