Lyricks, Robyn, C-Note - Keep Up (Babied You) lyrics

Mother fuckers wanna act loco Hit him
With numerous shots with a 44
Or a choke hold then I upload the clip
Of you getting hit via go pro
That's what you get messing with
A chick breaking bro code
Thats a no no you numb nuts
You Bobo getting bum rushed
With nun chucks or young guns: taps on the
Top of your head like duck duck
You better duck duck
If you get struck tough luck
You the type of brother that go to the police
Rapping about trapping pounds why
You lying in your
Song homie? man you just sold gs
I never seen a quap nor oz
Just cuz you old don't make you og
How come real hyungs never even heard of your
Name or your gang but they know me?
I was bought up with 90s products
Like Nas and Kool g, with onyx
With biggie, AZ the chronics the
Roots to the wutang, ruffryders
Smoke w delfonics feeding my boys hydroponics
Deep in a bronx project apartment
Living off rap barely survivin but
Damn we actually did it
Left the comfort, to suffer and
To find my limit's
I'm still looking homey humble
Side saying everybody nice
But the real me singing I'm
So ronery, put my hands up like hymn song
I'm il like Kim
Jong I'm lunchin, Mcs my banchan
Supers the future prime time
The truth like 16 jul 3 jang

I'm still the shit even if I look like
Shit i'm ssamjang ohh murder! Now jahjang
You booboo I'll take care of you feed
You Gerber lazy baby rhyme baby food
(babied you) c Note

How about a little bit of flavor?
Shake that like some salt and pepper
Flavor for ya ear just sit back lip
That song like it's all I remember
Rewind and playback that classic
Jam from way back
That day in ya mind when you played that for
The first time and ya mind said save that
Like cool breezes and good food like
Cool peoples and good moods
Never succumb to the odds of a guy with
The eyes like mine talkin bout who you?
I'm upgraded updated let me welcome
You to my newsroom
With a tune from a viewpoint far from the
Usual radio joint that you cruise to
Let me break it down like hammer time
Like hammer pants just let loose
Just move to the tempo
Go wit the hand motions like a
Note just hit you uh!
Visuals and audio from a trio
Far from the obvious no do overs or copying
Just soloists that compliment
Each other when the music
Hit it's official like
A picture that was birthed from a stencil
That song that caught you
In the moment gripping
You like a hand with a anvil
So Let go let it echo then you check
Those fake homies hating on the way low
Then you take that hate and you
Make it so they can't
Say not a thing like a day old you WORD