Pj Da Artist - Turn it up (feat. DJ NV Reckless)
P-P-K-Dog on the track, bam
Yeah
Woah
What do you know
That boy there got flow
Got more love when I was broke
Now I'm going all black, Rob like woah
Like dough, like dro, nitro
Yeah I've been around like a merry-go-in compatible
Cause I'm liable to go animal on a microphone
Yeah, yeah, I'm a beast
Don't make me show my teeth
Y'all too busy chasing cheeks
I go get it every week
Yeah, yeah, move your feet
I be jigging on IG
Cause I love it when they sleep
That shit had me weak
I am the artist
Treasure hunting like I'm Charlie the Tarkin
Since days I got caught it
Raised by the hardest
Understand that I am gnarly
I'm riding this beat like a Harley
Puerto Rican like Bacardi
Brum, I can't feel you there
I've become so numb
R.I.P. to Chester
Homie was a gun
They like cool it down, but I'm turning up
What the hell you mean
Cash rules everything around me
Forget the cream
It's all about the cream
Money, cheddar, currency
Everything that glitters and gold to me
Block the noise where the herb got eat
All I'm hearing now is the beat
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
What do you know
That boy there got flow
This is the voice in my brain
I am no slave
I'm not for ill-gotten gains
I just was put on a game
Thought I was lame
Now they gon' remember the name
Bad women ain't worth no parts
Now they ain't for me like they shooting darts
Told lil mama I might break her heart, but she doesn't care cause she know I'm a shark
Rock
More drip than the ocean
Walk
Never even knew that she was open
Hit a few times
Left her ass hopin'
I be the one she wake up to every morning
Just my beat
When you play your part like a rolling heat
When they robbing the bank or the McCauley
No, I'm not gonna rob it and then roll the key
Yeah, yeah
I'm a G
E-N-I-U-S
Believe
Not a gangster, but I'm handsome
Got your crush up in my sheets
Yeah, yeah
She a queen and she says I'm what she needs
Man, I love it when she creep
That shit had me weak
Back to the sparking
Playing it safe like I'm Dawkins
Believe instrumentals and coffins
That means I kill it
Every time that I spit it
You think that I write hieroglyphics
Witness the vision
Now can you see
Remembering days I was sleeping on me
Now my anxiety's high as a tree
They made a song to remind me I'm me
Huh
I'm a beast
Just thought that I'd repeat
It's no sweat
And that's word to Keith
But you really got me twisted if you think that shit's sweet
Things done changed
Word to Big E
All I'm hearing now is the beat
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
What do you know
That boy there got flow
This is the voice in my brain
I ain't untamed
I am not one for the game
Scrabble your mental and loss of the words
Does somebody need oxygen
I have the smoke and the herb
Knew I'm the one from the jump
Put up my vision bigger than a Klumps
I had to crash like you too cool for school
Now I'm blasting off like a pump
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
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Turn it up
Turn it up
What do you know
Turn it up
Turn it up
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Turn it up
Turn it up
Yep, here we go
Round and round we go
Oh, shit
Uh-huh
Yo, pass the mic
Pass the mic
Pass the mic
Uh-huh
Don't be out of pocket
You don't want the static on another level
Top float like the attic
Don't panic
Don't panic
It's only a test
You don't want Gorilla to beat on his chest
You don't want these bars to chop off your neck
You can't be taking this lyrical threat
I come from a hood where you earn your respect
Money over bums all over the check
Written by:
Pedro Villot
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