Look Up / Save The Day - Michael Christmas

Tick tick

This shit is like, what is it?

What’s the word?

Warm, this shit is warm

The irony is it’s cold as shit out

I grew up by the crime side

There was no sign side

But all signs point to leaving

And stand too long might stop your breathing

The corner store selling beef patties

Nigga I’ll gladly, spend that dollar

Walk back to the crib head down

They like «what's my addy?»

'Cause niggas always want to know where you from and

The only thing different between us is that gun, damn

Some nights I pray my uncle got away or that gun jammed

I start looking up and I can’t see not one

Like god damn it, is this even the same planet?

Got this whole escape since young, that I’m planning

Look up!

Ain’t no stars in the hood

But I bet we would leave if we could

Look up!

Ain’t no stars in the hood

But I bet we would leave if we could

Look up!

Ain’t no stars in the hood

But I bet we would leave if we could

Look up!

Ain’t no stars in the hood

But I bet we would leave if we could

Can’t sell no rock, No jump shot

No bandana, no bang, no pop

No hoes on me chicken heads don’t flock

Louisville Slugger next to my door knob

I hope one day we can fly

Get that bread, move to Dubai

Master the P that’s all they know

Ask for the V that’s all my hoes

Hands in the sky that’s all my shows

Ask for the hook, how that shit go?

«I wrote this shit 'cause I was actually

I was smoking a cigarette it was 3 o’clock in the morning

And it’s so hot on my block and shit but

I still be trying to go outside, sometimes

So I look up and there’s no clouds, but there’s no stars»

Tick tick

Tick tick

I said my mom say I can’t swear

I told her that wasn’t fair

They feeling on my hair

They opposite they near

They wonder about the jimmy

She hope it leave her paralyzed

Now she go back to school

She Drake she in that chair damn

Fuck a function

Fully functioning at my hall of fame induction

I’m spreading out my fingers and balling this shit disgusting

I feel like I’m the best so the acne couldn’t Durant me nigga everybody bumping

U2 invaded my iTunes for a minute

The best album on there was still by Michael Christmas

The most expensive nigga to budget, in time I’ll get it

I put a birthday cake on my rider in case I miss it

Like what day was yesterday?

I’m tryna cut the cake

When I die, fuck the wake, I want a party bring the fakes

And bring my fans, and bring Lil B and tell him to bring his vans

I want them in my casket, and bring a chicken basket

Bring them hating niggas that was tryna let me have it

And bring my wildest cousins yea I’m talking about the savage

I hope they take the ankle bracelet off my cousin Jay

Remember they would ask my pops if i could come and play

I kicked his door a little think I wanna come and stay

And hoes be acting crazy I reply with «namaste,"honestly

For real for real

And not for fake

I tell the hoes

They got the cake

We eating out

I’m talking grace

I’m Superman

I save the day

For real for real

And not for fake

I tell the hoes

They got the cake

We eating out

I’m talking grace

I’m Superman

I save the day