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Oh man, they cannot stop us, uh-uh B and E back in the buildin', baby Bro, we just dropped an album, you wanna hit 'em again? Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's hit 'em They tried to put the ban on us, uh, yeah Knocked us down, we got back up Here's a story about a culture that could not cancel us, uh This is for the little guy Smilin' at Goliath with his middle finger up Yeah, that's who we standin' for, hah Who's doin' first-week numbers like us, man We just ran it up It's been like this for years, yeah check stamina These artists come and go They disappear like some magic, huh The difference is our fans are blood We treat 'em with that family love They stick with us no matter what You need some proof? Okay Bases loaded, swing batter-batter, swing batter up Feelin' the grand chancellor Flyin' in that black on black Batmobile lookin' bad as fuck Tearin' round the corner with the mint green on the calipers They playin' politics We just sayin' "fuck 'em" like the rapper Russ, ooh 50 thousand tickets sold on the tour And they ain't play us once I'm dancin' like I'm DJ Khalid drunk Congratulations you played yourself I'm feelin' fabulous I'm high as fuck in Paris, in Vegas Like Robbie Maddison I get the back from here to Alabama Cats are tatted up with us That means the champs stamped upon 'em Like the Stanley Cup Man, that's love They gonna try to put you down and lock you in a cage They gonna try to clip your wings and watch you fall from grace But that's okay This is your moment, time to own it Middle fingers up and show them how to Get up, get up, get up, get up Oh no, not today Oh, not today Hear me say, not today Get up, get up, get up, get up Oh no, not today Oh, not today If they knock you down You smile in their face and you Get up, get up Oh no, not today Oh, not today They can't fuck with me Not today Won't let 'em, let 'em, let 'em, let 'em Put your middle up and say with a smile Fuck you, not today Oh no, not today I'm about to shake the globe (c'mon) I don't care 'bout critics opinions or if you play me bro (damn) All I care about is that little kid, I'm tryna save their soul Let them know they're made of gold Teach 'em how to break the mold, then take control Oh, you want the real, well, here's your daily dose That's laters to you haters, man I play you like my game console If I get down, I get back up No cap, that's just the way it goes Pimpin' on these pyramids Puffin' on that Jamaican gold Let's raise a toast I'm Air Jordan from the free-throw line We're heaven sent like Kendrick said Shit, we gone be alright Every day's a test, so you can bet I'm 'bout to school them all Fuck your money, fuck your cars That shit don't make you cool no more So don't ever let another motherfucker put you down That shit ain't right I'ma never let another motherfucker tell me how to live my life That's right, yo, I'ma catch these rats like Pickle Rick did I got heart like Tony Stark, so, don't let me click my fingers They gonna try to put you down and lock you in a cage They gonna try to clip your wings and watch you fall from grace But that's okay This is your moment, time to own it Middle fingers up and show them how to Get up, get up, get up, get up Oh no, not today Oh, not today Hear me say, not today Get up, get up, get up, get up Oh no, not today Oh, not today If they knock you down You smile in their face and you Get up, get up Oh no, not today Oh, not today They can't fuck with me Not today Won't let up, let up, let up, let up Oh yeah, put your middle fingers up and say with a smile Fuck you, not today
Writer(s): Jonathan Anders Reichardt, Jonathan Vincent Notley, Max Donald Mackinnon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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