[Verse 1: DeStorm]
Yo, apartment full of nothing
To a house that's full of something
Pockets screaming hungry still I'm frontin' like I had that money
Mama said you're Next like the R&B group
I see them laughing at my life n***a comedy spoof
Then poof, invest five, the five become forty, then forty become a hunnid, the hundred to half a man, for real
I'm being taxed for what I used to make annually
Independent like July 4th, labels can't handle me
I'mma give the drummer some
Hot yeah the summer some
I came up from zero so by default I am number one
Who left the gate open and let the bull out?
Hip-hop's ba*tard child they forgot to pull out
And if shorty got a job and a gym membership
Then just like I-P, hah, I'm between them hips
That life, the flights to Jamaica out of Florida
Iberostar, Amanda's a** was gorgeous, ooo
Rick's in Negril back to Margaritaville
With a couple ball players so the drinks goin' spill
All my homies back around the way, you can do it too
For real, n***a, never stop dreaming, life is beautiful
Made my mark now I'm dancing on 'em like a musical
A real dog in here, no fear, Scooby-Dooby-Doo
Turn my life around and you can do it too
I put my story up on YouTube and now I run the new school
I'm out in Santa Monica with Betty's and Veronica's
Who all wanna give me head like a yarmulke no drama cause
I'm single as a dollar bill shawty what's your status?
Got the whole world in our hands put me on your atlas
[Hook: DeStorm]
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
I just turned it up
I should turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
I just filled my cup
I should turn down for what?
Now my whole team faded and my song on play it
We goin' turn it up like my whole team made it for real
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
We just turned it up and we're here to live tomorrow today
[Verse 2: Drama B]
Since I been rapping, attacking and trapping beats with ma**ive
Lyricism they asking, "How did I become a factor?"
I'm after Aftermath so boys and girls just meet me after cla**
And I can show you cla**ic math like counting money stack by stack
Sike I ain't balling I'm just hungry for more than the average
Rapper I'm eating cause I can finally afford it
Write, read, record, that's the order call the coroners
I'm sorry DeStorm but Imma k** it sorry all of y'all
Who entered my vicinity with similes to hype ya verse up
You get the first cut, the worst cut, I'm first up
Ya hearse up, my hearse up? Saying you goin' burst up?
Funny, that's like telling Miley Cyrus get her twerk up
Reach out, breaching for features to get some ether
On a track to leave you speechless you can't even choose between
Either me or DeStorm New York born but I'm tryna get out
Move out to L.A. like L.A. I'm here now
[Hook: DeStorm] x2
[Outro: DeStorm]
Yeah, Wuz Up World, incorporated
From the dream to the big screen