Hezza-T - Pull Up lyrics

Pull up Chorus Just came here to do an art, just do me Not listen to you talk bullsh** philosophy Yea so put your hands up And pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up Just put your hands up And pull up, pull up Then reverse it Thought I wasn't wasting my time Except no one listens to me might have to speak mime This art sh** is mine, the raps about the rhyme Or the line, or the crime But without that I'm about to make it my time My time to shine, use rhyme sublime Then use it to intertwine, with this artist lifestyle Not talk some true sh** in a while Just put it in lyrics I leave it in a word file Microsoft word see I'm old school So old school I'm still using the paint tool Na not really, that sh** silly, need to make some money will only stop at a trilly No longer cold, not cool just chilly Need to stop hanging round the edges all frilly Feeling unnecessary Contemporary yet legendary Like old rappers who are still using a blackberry But I'm iPhone iPhone writing on my iPhone Writing all these lyrics so these rappers getting pwned And an apple computer is the only Mac I've ever owned So for spitting gangsta rap I'd think I'd rather unload Chorus Just came here to do an art, just do me Not listen to you talk bullsh** philosophy Yea so put your hands up And pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up Just put your hands up And pull up, pull up Then reverse it My mother call me tells me about my sister Then I feel bad that I don't even miss her Don't worry I'm not about to go and diss her I'm just saying I'm too caught up just trying to be a spitter Older brother feeling like a baby sitter Cause my new flat mates a year younger, think they're funner I've just done all the sh** before so go complain about another I'm boring, I'm snoring, cause i gotta get up in the morning Unless I'm writing songs, maybe this song is a warning Global warming, cause of me, cause I'm so hot you see Get this fire burning like a std pee But for real though it is real so let's sort it out please Not wanting to be political and sound like a c*nt Just being upfront so don't come up and try a punt Or a punch, girl I'll take you out to lunch Instead of sitting on the couch eating monster munch I miss girlfriend man, I miss her more than anything Don't worry this isn't a love song I'm not about to sing Just a point I needed to say so don't call me gay I know you will anyway even though it make so little sense Just my two pence, two cents but in not sending across the pond Cause if it fell in, a dream came true that would be wrong Mostly because I don't want it to be that long I think that lines a good way to end this song Chorus Just came here to do an art, just do me Not listen to you talk bullsh** philosophy Yea so put your hands up And pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up Just put your hands up And pull up, pull up Then reverse it Outro Pull up pull up Pull up pull up Chorus Just came here to do an art, just do me Not listen to you talk bullsh** philosophy Yea so put your hands up And pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up Just put your hands up And pull up, pull up Then reverse it