Murs - Whatup Tho lyrics

[Verse 1] Long live the Kane back, f** c**aine rap Twenty years later, n***as stuck in the same trap I'm tryna slide through the game on a hoverboard They still buying pork rinds from the corner store We more advanced how we handle ours Riding through the lane with Noa James on the handlebars Tryna push the bigger picture Spinach, kale and celery sticks be the elixir Yup 9th on the mixer, the final adventure New jam only the true fans allowed to enter Z-U-L-U the nation here to tell you Be careful of the media and what they tryna sell you I'm tryna sell too, have a million followers But never sell out just to get my dollars up This is for all of us, lovers and the free thinkers Rosay sippers and the green tea drinkers yeah [Hook x2] What's up fam, what's up bro This is the jam, whatup though Whatup though, whatup though Whatup though, whatup though [Verse 2] There ain't no difference between, a g**ner And Malcolm X, the same anger Just misdirected now neighborhoods infected So I gotta speak the truth, by the youth I've been selected So presidential, still rep my residential Nine double O one nine is my credential True artist brought rap to the museum Might bring the Raiders back to the Coliseum They say he's so black that it's hard to see him So I'm smiling in my pictures, word to Morgan Freeman This for the Glory, the Almighty Take 50 cent and make millions, word to Chris Lighty This rap game truly is a blessing homie So I gotta be a blessing through my testimony I made it through, you can make it too Give it all you got, nothing they can take from you [Hook x2] [Verse 3] For the dark skinned white girls and the silly ones For the fly chick working at the Cinnabon What's good with a free Dr. Pepper though Hook it up and be a guest at my next show I'm bugging out, tryna make the speakers throb Shout out to everybody out there tryna keep a job It's love first, money under that But ain't nothing wrong with you tryna get a hundred racks Stacking good karma like rappers stack they cash up Tryna get to heaven with a presidential tax cut Always keep a smart chick, with a fat bu*t Long as we around, you can never say that rap s**s Won't react to hate, on some boss sh** Tryna reach the comic books while doing crossfit Because the body is a temple And all these tattoos is like stained gla** windows [Hook x2]