What Up - Apollo Brown, 87, One Be Lo

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

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, baby

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)

(What up)

This is real rap

Come and take a ride with us, uh (Yeah)

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

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

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

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