Never Look Down (feat. CyHi & Freeway)

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' And 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 R.I.P. Jack, 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 'em hold smile Know that I'm going everywhere the dough at Freezer shut the show down, make it worth while We're makin' 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 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 misfits 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) (Thank you for listening to my dad's album, is that good?)