Side Up

[Verse 1: Ki’Shon Furlow] Okay I’m in the South Where the service slow Tell ‘em pull up on this little curb post It’s a crazy notion, there ain’t no oceans but my homie saying we in the third coast Little Rock with the Gs gon’ slang Remember when my gramma had the shop on me Thought that I was stuck in with my cousins on bang Though I’m running twenties, blue flags on hang Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, we used to get the door kicked in Mama had no whips then Seven of us in a three bedroom crib, we was living in a full house kinda like the ocean twins But I left the stage, seen the nation, even places that was over seas I met all kind of folk, the rich, the poor, the sober and some needed no codeine And even though I feel changed, I still swing the middle finger aimed at the police Praying to the Lord I won’t ever get shot down ‘cause I’m a young black kid from the rock town And it’s evident, I may never be president I know our parties, no politics But for my people I represent Yeah, I know this world is not my own They try and tell my I’m heaven sent But I been praying God’s kingdom come ‘til I see my city in heaven midst Now let us in [Hook: Ki’Shon Furlow] I got Jersey shooters and some California riders Tipping out in Texas but I gotta show the Shiloh Little rocket raised me But my homies run the nation, baby I think everybody in the building throw they side up Throw your side up, throw your side up I think everybody in the building throw they side up Throw your side up, throw your side up We ain’t gotta tell ‘em, they can see it cos we wired up [Verse 2: Ruslan] See I’m on the left, where the ocean be Standing on the edge, ain’t even notice me I was coming up, they looking over me Saying the West fell off and we overseas Since I’m traveling the country they ain’t knowing me And the road very bumpy so disorderly All a sudden now they love me and a few wanna judge me But I’m way up, like I’m supposed to be And I won’t look down On anybody coming up, a grown up now Or anybody fronting up When I am in your city and the people start lighting up I wanna see their hands to the ceiling when I’m climbing up But hold up now Like it’s a holdup now Don’t tell me what I can’t do ‘Cause daily I ain’t you Now close your eyes so you can see the picture that I’m about to paint you Growing up, I could never wait till I was old enough Back in elementary I barely be showing up To follow me in to my middle school years Freshman year I could barely read I could barely see, all the information that was sitting right in front of me You either get all of me or none of me I’m finna be the guy least expected to succeed Now you wanna leave [Hook: Ki’Shon Furlow] [Outro: Ki’Shon Furlow] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Praying to the Lord that I never get shot down I’m a young black kid from the rock town Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Praying to the Lord that I never get shot down That I never get shot down