Up Here lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
n*ggas know, the lyrical molesting has taken place
Second guess and spit, vicious ain’t safe
Concetrated on the album fell back from the tapes
Soon as this is done it's back to square 1
It's the return of the real life live n*gga no tint
Ride fly, Don't hide
Record label meetings I'm high in 'em
Got a n*gga stressed
They don't want to cut the check
'less they they feel they'll get a major ???
Try to put me in a house n*gga suit
So they could present me to the press
But I built my own house and you're an unwelcome guest
My heart, my mind is where I hit my wealth first
My pocket and my bank account came next
C6 'vettes, G-5 jets, 20K bets, while you n*ggas still in debt
Wondering what I'm doing why haven't I dropped yet
I'm on your b*tches mind and a haters neck

[Hook - Curren$y]
I can't see you n*ggas from up here
And I can't hear you n*ggas from up here
So I ain't too concerned you're doing down there
Cuz it's that sucka sh*t and I'll not allow it around here
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
When the wheels touch down
You know the jets are in town
Smoking from the personal pound
I leave ground still high after the plane land
Your b*tch with me,you left us 17 voice mails
n*gga daaamn
You're myspaceing and facebooking, looking for your girl
To no avail , she's been tooken
Spitta and that jet music what she get used to it
Can't beat us, can't join us neither
We dont need ya, got our eye's on the prize my n*gga
We dont see ya,n*ggas starving for attention
So they throwin' bait to the sky fly fishin'
I ain't trippin cuz them simpletons ain't even in a n*gga division
This is real rap, them n*ggas is real whack
I'm standing in the customer service return line
With my microphone, trying to bring hip hop back

[Hook - Curren$y]
I can't see you n*ggas from up here
And I can't hear you n*ggas from up here
So I ain't too concerned what you're doing down there
Cuz it's that sucka sh*t and I'll not allow it around here

[Third Verse: Young Roddy]
Since the clock don't stop I'm getting money in a rush
And All the sh*t that I heard, I kept it on the hush
And now I'm fly as f*ck, and I don't need no kush
Just smelling like purple haze mixed with the million bucks
And mamma told me: hold it down,she doesn't ask for much
So I'm on my Jefferson sh*t, im movin up
And my Texas homie told me that in a year they'll screw me up
And never will I ever touch girl without guts
Real n*ggas call it skills and fake n*ggas call it luck
So most n*ggas pay vaginas, so most n*ggas get f*cked
And I still run the city like a RTA bus
But I'm still hard to find like a diamond in the rough
Yeah a trendsetter so they copy how I do mine
And n*gga switched his hustle when I got a new grind
We keep jars of kush, no grey poupon
And circle locked and safe, nah, we dont need no new guys
[Hook - Curren$y]