[Lyric] What Up (Apollo Brown)

[Intro]
Uh, what up
Uh yah, what up
1, 2, what up
Okay, this is real rap
Come and take a ride with us (Yeah yeah)
What up
Shout out to the 313, 248, 810, 734 (What up)
What up
What up
This is real rap
Come and take a ride with us, uh

[Verse 1]
Everything's code D
Molly and Percocets
Enough of the drug talk, I wanna hear more rap, boy
Happen, a gun talk goons spark over disrespect
I'm smokin' weed, gettin' high on my apartment steps
Me and my niggas crackin' jokes about your last cassette
That shit was truly trash, now who gon' sign that shit?
The mix was less than average, the bars were sub-par
Production lack-luster, and plus the album cover
Was on some sucker shit
Needless to say, I don't fuck wit it
I'm down to go, the poems I write are so vivid
The spirits in the pen my voice is cuttin' through it
I write it, you cling to it
Really ain't nothin' to it, I'm prone to write good music
Hitman for hire, ghostwriter, get all into it
On stage, I'm a live wire
I get a bag and do a dance like Sada Baby
[Hook]
Motor City (What up)
Yah, HB (What up)
(What up doe)
Yack town (What up)
This is real rap
Come and take a ride with us
Motor City (What up)
(Shout out to the 313, 248, 810, 734)
Seven-mile (What up)
[8-town?] (What up)
This is real rap
Come and take a ride with us, uh (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
My altitude, aptitude, gratitude, attitude, attributes
Ratchet like a tool that's what up
The bridge, the balcony, the ladder the ledge
Gettin' close to the edge of your head, that's what up
The heavens, the moon and mars, the planets, binary stars
The comets, the quasars, the fire, that's what up
The guns, the bombs, the drones, the stress
The signs of protest in the west, terror invest, that's what up
The homeboy hands, the homegrown pains
The prison population, the privatization, that's what up
The gang signs, the peace signs, the pentacle, the pedestal
The periscope, the plateaus, the peaks, that's what up
The high-fives, the middle fingers, the flags, the smoke
The temperature, the CO2 emissions, that's what up
Detroit, yeah Yack Town, One Be Lo, 87
A-Minus, Apollo Brown, that's what up
[Hook]
Motor City (What up)
Yuh, Six Mile (What up)
(What up doe)
East side (What up)
This is real rap
Come and take a ride with us
Motor City (What up) (Shout out to the 313, 248, 810, 734)
Oak Park (What up)
Southfield (What up)
This is real rap
Come and take a ride with us, uh

[Verse 3]
Yo, I've been waitin' for this moment
Head on, facin' my opponents
I'm East side like 7-mile and Conant
Anybody want it they can get it no delivery fee
Uber Eats when we cruisin' for beef
Lose your seat playin' musical chairs
Shouldn't stare at the throne
This ain't for clowns or for jokers wearin' gowns
I'm the King and I'm Jaffe Joffer
With the lion on my shoulders
So they know who the holder of the crown, uh
Johnny Storm, I be warm in the winter
Like I'm swarmed in chinchilla
Not the norm, 'cause I'm shriller
Like Renzel, play my part like Denzel
I key a thousand grams, track number one on Fitzgerald
Haters never wish well, they wish hell
Prayin' that your shit fail
I stand up nigga so you figure that won't sit well, yo
Rubberband man, bounce back from any situation
Like ricochets when they hit the pavement
[Hook]
Motor City, yeah (What up)
Conant Garden (What up)
What up doe
East side (What up)
This is real rap
Come and take a ride with us (yeah)
Motor City (What up) (Shout out to the 313, 248, 810, 734)
HB (What up)
[?] (What up)
This is real rap
Come and take a ride with us, uh