UP TIME

I been poppin tryna get all of the juice in my soul I'm on God's plan can't predict the food in my bowl Okay, I might get off track but God forgive what I owe He gon come up in my life and be the chef that I know Up time, Up time, Up time, Count it Up! Up time, Up time, Up time, Run it Up! Up time, Up time, Up time, Count it Up! Up time, Up time, Up time, Run it Up right now! Not from the east Not from the west Say that I'm blessed But I'm from the middle Cookin up checks Takin a rest But lord would you kill me if I'm eating skittles Man ona street, playin a fiddle Writing at work, makin a riddle Jumpin the corner cause I'm Mr. Kittle but people be tellin me don't get political Don't get political I know some people that wanna just ridicule All of the others who grindin out w's Don't talk to me when you tryin to barbecue I think you crazy if i make some revenue I think you trippin if im irreplaceable Don't underestimate im not erasable Im not untraceable Stereotypical people just wanna convince you That you are so regular never be nothing outside of the box Shut out the lies and the voices So then you can concentrate on what you get and you got Better than buttering up to the people relying on you for the cream of their crop Ignorin the fears Fightin for years Believe that you got what it takes for the top I been poppin tryna get all of the juice in my soul I'm on God's plan can't predict the food in my bowl Okay, I might get off track but God forgive what I owe He gon come up in my life and be the chef that I know Up time, Up time, Up time, Count it Up! Up time, Up time, Up time, Run it Up! Up time, Up time, Up time, Count it Up! Up time, Up time, Up time, Run it Up right now!