Charlie Heat, CyHi, Freeway - NEVER LOOK DOWN lyrics

Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
(Who made the beat? Who do you think?)
Hands up,  never look down, I'm feelin'

Uh best spirit, the coast clearin'
The jets landed (Uh, huh)
You in the presence of a star
Like you left the planet (yeah)
Father left my house abandoned
Now I'm lookin' out for him (That's right)
Blue one ain't forget my parents
Never takin' shit for granted (Uh, huh)
Baby, I'm a artist, I'm paintin'
I had to switch the canvas (Let's go)
Scream my name in all fifty states (Uh, huh)
Heavy over San Francisco, I be out in the bay
RIP jack (Rest in peace)
I pray a long while on your grave
Real niggas is back
I been hot since before they turned cold
(Uh, huh) crack was scorchin'
Before niggas wore Air Forces with no straps
Old school flow
I think it's time to bring the rope back
(Uh, huh) my name ain't Bob
But it's time to bring the hope back (yeah)
Where's the real rappers
Where's the niggas with the quotes at? (Uh)
I really sat in the dope house before rap
In other words
I was trappin' way before trap
(That's right) you can ask around and North
Philly niggas know that (yeah)
The hottest Mr mackey to ever
Put on a throwback
Nigga hatin', threw a shot at me
I threw four back made I came through in the
Maybach with your rat
She said you used the small gray box
I need the gold pack (A ha) , pow
Hold that, we style make 'em say, "Wow"
Make them hold smile
Know that I'm going everywhere the dough at
Freezer shut the show down
Make it worth while
We're making' dough piles
Y'all don't know how
Starin' at my card again
Y'all don't know style (yeah, yeah)
Charlie Heat put me back
Only to be the King again
I'm balling for the home team
(CyHi) , and we need a win yeah

Yeah this is life, this is poetry
I was groomed to be a prince
This is toiletry you see this Rollie on my
Wrist? This is lawyer fees
For niggas tryna Oscar de la Hoya me
'Cause, I should win the
Oscar they awarded me
Best writer, best author of a gorgeously
And well put together film of a boy who meets
This girl who keeps him afloat
And full of buoyancy
'Cause these chicks be talkin' big shit
Sometimes I wish their lipstick really
Made their lips stick
I'm in need of an artistic thick bitch
Who drive an Optima
I'm just bein' optimistic
But thank God I didn't become a statistic
'Cause you don't live long when
You young and you gifted
'Cause losin' Pac was apocalyptic
Then we lost Biggie, that was horrific
And losin' Aaliyah was unrealistic
But what if we still had our left eye
Slick Rick
Sippin' Moscato with Amy Whinehouse
Smokin' weed with Jimi Hendrix
Kurt Cobain, I'm blowin' my mind out
With Otis Redding and Basquiat in attendance
Then Jesus walked in, like, "What is this?
Then Malcolm X stood up, and said
"We livin'"
Emmitt Till on the grill, with the rib tips
Barbecuin' 'Cause he was tired of them four
Hatin' niggas at the pigment
This for my Trayvon's and all my misfit's
And the leaders that existed
Before me, from MLK to JFK
I just hope I ain't on that same hitlist

Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin' (Oh)
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin' (Ohh)
Hands up, never look down, I'm feelin'
(M-m-m)
Thank you for listening to my dad's album
Is that good?