[Hook: Just Chuck]
Uh, get up, get up, come on, y’all, move something
How you expect change if you never do nothing?
Do something else besides trying to get high
You can’t sit around and watch your whole life pass by
You got to, get up, and get up, and get up, just get up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, now dream boy, dream
Never know if you can fly until you try, spread your wings
This system ain’t set up for a brother set up for a brother to succeed
Don’t fall victim to the system, ‘cause the system can be beat
If you just, get up, and get up, and get up, just get up
[Verse 1: Just Chuck]
Yeah, woke up this morning feeling brand new
Got a message for my people who don’t got a damn clue
Don’t ever let nobody tell you what you can’t do
If you can’t understand the world, then make it understand you
See I’m from Fli city, where it ain’t that many chances
So I’m thankful for the small things that y’all will take for granite
You see an opportunity you got to take advantage
‘cause somebody else will and you’ll be left empty-handed
Don’t pay attention to the news
Half the shit they saying on that TV don’t be true
Just another way for them to scare you out your shoes
Just a way for them to make you do what they say “Do”
Get up, get up, get up, get up out your strap
Climb to the top don’t let nobody hold you back
Get up, get up, go after your dreams
When you put your mind to it, ain’t as hard as it seems
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Just Chuck]
Remember back when I was just a kid with a dream
Hooping was the thing, but I never made the team
Slam Magazines, back pockets in my jeans
If the league got a school, then get a few rings
Suddenly it all changed, by my Junior year in high school
I stopped shooting hoops and started shooting for iTunes
I put the pen to the page
Only thing on my mind now is how to get paid
I’m tired of filling out these apps
If jobs don’t call back, am I supposed to sell crack?
Get up, and pray to God for tomorrow
My city like a real life version of Grand Theft Auto
Get up, get up, get up keep your head high
That way you can never let a chance fly by
Get up, get up, shoot for the stars
At least you’ll still land on a cloud if you fall
[Hook]
[Outro: Hook]
Uh, get up, get up, come on, y’all, move something
How you expect change if you never do nothing?
Do something else besides trying to get high
You can’t sit around and watch your whole life pass by
You got to, get up, and get up, and get up, just get up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, now dream boy, dream
Never know if you can fly until you try, spread your wings
This system ain’t set up for a brother set up for a brother to succeed
Don’t fall victim to the system, ‘cause the system can be beat
If you just, get up, and get up, and get up, just get up
[Verse 1: Just Chuck]
Yeah, woke up this morning feeling brand new
Got a message for my people who don’t got a damn clue
Don’t ever let nobody tell you what you can’t do
If you can’t understand the world, then make it understand you
See I’m from Fli city, where it ain’t that many chances
So I’m thankful for the small things that y’all will take for granite
You see an opportunity you got to take advantage
‘cause somebody else will and you’ll be left empty-handed
Don’t pay attention to the news
Half the shit they saying on that TV don’t be true
Just another way for them to scare you out your shoes
Just a way for them to make you do what they say “Do”
Get up, get up, get up, get up out your strap
Climb to the top don’t let nobody hold you back
Get up, get up, go after your dreams
When you put your mind to it, ain’t as hard as it seems
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Just Chuck]
Remember back when I was just a kid with a dream
Hooping was the thing, but I never made the team
Slam Magazines, back pockets in my jeans
If the league got a school, then get a few rings
Suddenly it all changed, by my Junior year in high school
I stopped shooting hoops and started shooting for iTunes
I put the pen to the page
Only thing on my mind now is how to get paid
I’m tired of filling out these apps
If jobs don’t call back, am I supposed to sell crack?
Get up, and pray to God for tomorrow
My city like a real life version of Grand Theft Auto
Get up, get up, get up keep your head high
That way you can never let a chance fly by
Get up, get up, shoot for the stars
At least you’ll still land on a cloud if you fall
[Hook]
[Outro: Hook]
( Just Chuck )
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