Its late in the headquarters, 2014. Everyday is a struggle, we dread The day And pray we make it through the night Anything turn up we wid it So i buzz cut my hair, Put on my please come trip with me suit Lace my boots tight and what Ahhwoo ahhwoo ahhwoo Turn up turn up
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Hard times livin in this bad land of mine Everybody on vanilla skys, my design Alot of my brothers are buried, alot of em in there prime So take my chopper and stick in where the sun dont shine Ahhh Please dont make me make you say that Trippin cause momma ain't really happy where she stayin at I can't afford to move her away until i pay that IRS a new maybach im trippin dont come my way JACK Son needs away through college, Daughter to harder you gotta pay for true knowledge Surised when a guy get layed off Everything anit payed off eneterprise Beam up im finna die, and a lie, clamanime minimize Im kinda triping in my go clothes Step up malicious and 10 im throwing boat loads To my soul goes the average person they hurting cause for certain everybody's dolo
[Hook ×2: Big Scoob]
I'm with the bullshit, tonight If they tripping I ain't tryna do right Uh Uh I'm with the bullshit, tonight Let it loose on every devil in sight Turn up