Uptown (feat. Bun B & Lil Wayne)

Yeah

Uh-huh

Uh, hardly home but always repping

You hardly on and always second

When I'm awake, you always resting

And when they call you the answer, you are hardly questioned

I, I'm doin' classic shit in all my sessions

Other niggas' situations, they are all depressing

That's why I never follow y'all suggestions

I just always did my own thing

Now I run the game, you stupid mother-suckas

I see all this money through my Ohio State Buckeyes

Shit been goin' good, but good can turn to better

'Cause you the type to lose her, and I'm about to get her

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay

It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends

That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on

I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay

It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city

I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on

I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on

Yeah, wrong way down a one-way

Women don't get saved 'round me, even on a Sunday

Damn, where I get it from? These niggas always wonder who

Then they meet my pop and tell him, "Drake is just a younger you"

And shawty wanna party, so don't let yo' girl up out the house

Or there'll be shots on TMZ of me giving her mouth-to-mouth

Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her

I drive two black cars, I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther

I don't ever play, but I'm in the game lady

They just lose to love, those are tennis games, lady

Have you countin' money, goin' duffle bag crazy

Sippin' on Pink Floyd and puffin' Wayne Brady

Damn, whose line is it anyways?

I'm in a daze, you been amazed

Y'all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage

I'm on fire, yup, I've been ablaze

I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, you look nice

And yo' frame makes me wanna bowl a strike, well alright

Guess I might, know what? Fuck it, yes I will

I am more than what you bargained for and nothin' less than real

Put it to ya life

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay

It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends

That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on

I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay

It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city

I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on

I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on

Bun B, king of the trill, also one of the dopest

Whether the streets or on the mic, I'm dope and yes I'm focused

The gangsta recognize me for my loc-ness, no joke, it's

Time to shake these haters off like the skin of a locust

Or maybe like a python, that's the type of shit I'm on

I wrote this on my iPhone, so let me drop this iBomb

I palm the game like it's a Spalding ball and take flight

From the free-throw line and slam it down like I'm the great Mike

Bun and Wayne and Drake in here, mane, this gon be a great night

Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white

Try to cross me over I just fake left, then I break right

Stupid animal tricks like David Letterman's Late Night

This that major moment you've been waiting on for too long

The best that ever did it and doing it on a new song

UGK and Young Money, too strong

Bound to be in the green like a crouton

So what the fuck is you on?

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay

It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends

That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on

I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay

It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city

I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on

I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on

I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy

I own the swagger supermarket and you, you just a bag boy

'Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had, boy

Hate and I will leave your chest the color of my flag, boy

Soowoo bitch, I do this shit, I'll erase you like I drew you, bitch

And I keep that toaster, you can come and be my strudel, bitch

I'm so uptown

And motherfucker if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah

And now I'm on that rock shit

But why they let me in? I'ma start shootin' in the mosh pit

Haha, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

Weezy in ya mouth, now, Weezy what you talkin' 'bout

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay (Young Mula, baby)

It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends

That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on

I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay

It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city

I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on

I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on