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jon keith - still up lyrics

[chorus: jon keith]
get up (yeah)
who tip+top?
that’s still us (that’s still us)
four am, i’m still up (still up)
them lil’ chains don’t fit us, nah don’t fit us (they don’t fit)
big ups, i’m boutta stack these dubs
don’t fall back. i need love
who gon’ back me up?
still up
[verse 1: jon keith]
(wait, yeah) opps are straddling back
look out we back
god remade me a [?] and i hallelujah to that
woah, uh, stackin’ up mileage points
i traveled through h+ll and came back (uh)
some of y’all way too religious and still can’t tell jesus from jack (yeah)
ayy, oh yes please, you just eavesdrop, i drop heat
or i drop the addy ’cause i got a baddie and she got hands (praying hands)
we tried it on billboard (yeah)
cool kids like filmore (woah)
i gotta look to the hills more
my hope ain’t come from no deal
so we back again, back again
i could tell y’all mad again
[?] please do not attend
don’t push me when i’m [?]
someone said tribe on the move and they h+lla right
she told me not to tat it on my neck, but i h+lla might

[chorus: jon keith]
get up (yeah)
who tip+top?
that’s still us (that’s still us)
four am, i’m still up (still up)
them lil’ chains don’t fit us, nah don’t fit us (they don’t fit)
big ups, i’m boutta stack these dubs
don’t fall back. i need love
who gon’ back me up?
still up
[verse 2: n0bigdyl.]
been up (been up)
big dog, this my litter
beat so sick, i spit up (i spit up)
all of my kids gon’ sit up and listen
i have foes, but all of ’em missin’ (what they do?)
too hot, the stove, then get out the kitchen
we gon’ go, but still ’bout the mission (ayy, yeah)
take out the trash then i do the dishes
i can not rap when+
hold up, thought i heard dissin’, that self+hate hit different
listen, i thought we all god’s children
face it friend you not no villain
covered in blood, that’s not no spillin’
grace got me, that’s not no ceilin’
ball like krillin’, we not chillin’
holy smoke, we top billin’ (yeah)
we the new men in black (in black)
look at my pen in fact
you get it?
okay, h & j, pass me the mic’ i fade away
passion of christ on the 808
out of no way, he made a way (he did)
we still up and he paved a way, and he paved a way

- jon keith lyrics

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