Two Up - JL, JL feat. Tech N9ne, Suli4Q

I’m two up

Well ain’t that right

Well it would’ve back then, then you screwed up

Well ain’t that right

You should know that we were made for this

Well ain’t that right

The «how it going?», that the way it is

Are you in the game, check

Strange, check

Make the competition take a rain check

This, check

This, check

This ain’t just for the fame, check

We don’t roll with no lames, check

This, check

This, check

This, check

Ride with us or you ride against us

All real niggas in agreement

At a certain level of achievement

It get difficult for you to decipher who deviant

And who only wanna be around when it’s convenient

It would seem to me I’m succeeding or either seein' shit

Nothin' to better, to regret and nothin' to reason

Lost my mind, I lost a lot to stick the dreams, spend

A lot of my time tryin' to find what to lead the scenes with

Now that them up

When you’re workin' get your collatoral up

Prestige, esteem, position, my stature is up

Two brackets above them breaking but distracted enough

Don’t give half of a fuck, were fragile when the gavel is struck

By your maggot-bashin' too passionate, I’m 'bout to pull up

I’m too radical, flashes of dramatic capital

Cut out the lagger, never have me in black and actin' a nut

Say what you said again, you 'bout to do what?

Nigga I’m

I’m two up

Well ain’t that right

Well it would’ve back then, then you screwed up

Well ain’t that right

You should know that we were made for this

Well ain’t that right

The «how it going?», that the way it is

Are you in the game, check

Strange, check

Make the competition take a rain check

This, check

This, check

This ain’t just for the fame, check

We don’t roll with no lames, check

This, check

This, check

This, check

Ride with us or you ride against us

I been a ripper since I begun

I set out to demolish rappers, killing niggas for fun

So you know that my younger nigga J is a bigger gun

50 caliber rip it outta ya wit' the flip of the tongue, we the ones

We the ichiban

I make the bitches wanna hit the Don

When I’m sickly I’m givin' the stiffy to ditzy blondes

Even thicky bronze never do want me wit' dickies on

Nigga, Pippi Longstockings was jocking the Jimmy John (Jimmy John’s haha)

Speaking of sandwiches I am famished, it can damage shit

Jam it 'til every fan of his vanishes in banishment

And I get manic with this on cannabis, no panic, its advantage is slammin'

amateurs plan ya bitch!

Soo Woo’s us (but)

Ain’t nobody trippin' and tryna shoot us

Wit' the Ruger, I’m not a loser

I’m Michael Myers, who the fuck is Jason and Krueger

Nigga

I’m two up

Well ain’t that right

Well it would’ve back then, then you screwed up

Well ain’t that right

You should know that we were made for this

Well ain’t that right

The «how it going?», that the way it is

Are you in the game, check

Strange, check

Make the competition take a rain check

This, check

This, check

This ain’t just for the fame, check

We don’t roll with no lames, check

This, check

This, check

This, check

Ride with us or you ride against us