Return of the Chris, get up!
What it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't
Looking for a better way to get up out of bed

Instead of getting on the Internet and checking a new hit me
Get up! Thrift shop pimp strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like rocky and Cosby sweater gang nope nope y'all can't copy

Yup. Bad, moon walking, this here, is our party, my posse's been on Broadway
And we did it, our way
Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it

And yet I'm on
Let that stage light go and shine on down, got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style
Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds

But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
Trust me. On my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T hustler
Chasing dreams since I was 14 with the four track bussing halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crushing


Labels out here
Now they can't tell me nothing

We give that to the people
Spread it across the country
Labels out here

Now they can't tell me nothing
We give it to the people
Spread it across the country


Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us