Stand Up Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Listen, i [E]came
in the game feet first
[Am]Hit the ground runnin,
[Bb]a hu[C]stler til i meet[G] dirt
[Am]Gotta be con[C]sumption i'm pump[E]in,
the people need work
[C]Love the niggas frontin [Am]i came
from [C]nothin and seen worse
[Am]The long- armed khal[C]ifa[E]
reachin with each verse
[Am]I got that food for your thought,
plus [C]what the streets thirst
And you can ask around
[E]the haters'll know,
I'm tame [D]with the [Am]flow,
i'm sorta like the jaeger [C]and blow
I see the [Am]dream like a martin luther,
I preach to the constitution in peace,
But [C]violate it, [Am]get that a[G]ss a[Am]n nihilated
I'm on the grind,
[C]money [Am]is time so w[C]hy w[E]aste i[Am]t
And [C]everything but [Am]my piss c[G]lean,
i'm [C]high main[Am]tenance
You niggas are weak,
[E]sweet like one of them now- [Am]and- laters
The canon blast your candy ass
[C]if you [G]try and hate it,
[Am]I made it, cause i sta[C]yed a co[E]uple
steps ahead of y'all an[Am]d
A hundred percent,
since [C]benji got the bread involved [Am]i'm,
Lovin [C]this shit, come [E]fuck with the prince,
I'm leavin [C]heads hollowed like
them [Am]things stuffed [C]in the clips
And [Am]the streets gon' remember [C]this [E]cat name,
i'm beatin the [Am]rap game
Just like nigga huggin [C]the [G]strip
[C](why?)
[Am]Cause that's how a hustler do,
[E]fall back i don't fuck with you,
[Am]We make it happen the clappin
know [C]we can scrum with you
Yeah we can take it to the [E]heads,
give you a lump or two
[Am]A fool is still, team bring heat like

[Verse 2]
a oven dude
[Am](Chorus x2) ladies [C]stand up[E],
gentlemen [C]stand up[D],
[Am]This is pure skill,

[Verse 3]
[C]far from damned luck,
[Am]You gotta make a plan [C]to
[E]never give your man up
[Am]And man [C]up, to p[Am]ositively[C][Am][E]
[C]stand[D][Am][C]
[E]up[Am]
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[Verse 4]
[Am]Once again the
youngest sin came to drop the hammer
How could a bystander feel
that this is not bananas?
We earn stripes,
you all hype in that propaganda,
Gats spot, you cats shot,
but not from cameras,
Back [C]glock, cause [E]snap
shots'll stop your plan [Am]up ,
Stuck in my ways,
the haze [C]taste [G]like [Am]tropicana,
Thinkin the [C]days [E]of way back,
people will [D]say that,
The youngin was gif[Am]ted sick
[C]when he stayed [Am]back
Now the people listen[C]in [E]play back,
i got it made
Oblig[Am]ated [C]to gettin passin
grades and [G]blaze [C]tracks,
[Am]You'll be amaz[C]ed at how[E]
i make units move
[Am]Self- made, twelfth grade,
boy i'll [C]take [Am]you to school
I'm through the streets [C]of [E]pistolvania where
my goon[Am]ies move,
(?) can't miss these truck
[C]s with the [G]rims [C]on them
And you can find me speed[E]in,
listenin to big an[Am]d em,
[D]Fresh [Am]outta class with the weed
tucked [C]in my tim[G]berlands
(Chor[Am]us x2)

[Outro 1]
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