Get Up Video (MV)

Y'all get up
Y'all get up
I'm gone make
Y'all get up
AKB yeah

I'm gone make, y'all get up
If you trash talking
I'm gone make you bag it up
I don't even chase cheddar, I still keep on racking up
Like a bin of a paper shredder, I just keep on stacking up
Boy you tripping, pack it up
Why you always acting up
While I'm here just cracking up
Ha Ha
I lead the whole saga
AKB is in the building with my Lady Gaga
Some call me King and
Some call me Raja
Yes I am your father
Yes I am your dada
Cuz I'm working harder
My rap go rah tah tah tah
I'm eating Par-atha-tha
I'm rocking Par-ada-da
I am here to win this
It's nothing but, ride or die
Go and put your pride aside
Move your feet from side to side
You said you were up but
Everyone knows that chu lie
Every time I jump I fly
Take a look up at the sky
Looking like Fourth of July

AKB, and the K is for my Father
I just stay in Motion, I keep on getting further
I waited my turn bitch, I am not a cutter
Better stay in line 'fore I put you in the dirt uh
And I like my toast with a lotta f*ckin' butter
Did I mention cheese? This time I'm talking Gouda
I don't have to please any mind that's in the gutter
I'm just on my knees, praying I can beat the buzzer

AKB, and the K is for my Momma
Back in 01'
They used to call me Osama
Some call it pain and some call it trauma
I just pray to Brahma
I don't want no drama
I don't want no drama
Swagger like Obama
Punchin' lines like bullet points but I don't need a gun uh
I keep it one hunna
Flow is on a burner
Every time you listen
There's a lesson you gone learn uh
You get dumb n dumber
I'm your favorite number
Yes I'm saying, I'm the one
I get plenty, you get none
I'm having a lotta fun
Guess I'm saying
I'm not done
Guess I just became a daddy
I just made Hip Hop my son
I just made Hip Hop my son

Y'all get up
Y'all get up
I'm gone make
Y'all get up
Y'all get up
Y'all get up
I'm gone make
Y'all get up

And my trash talk is Hefty
I'm gone make you bag it up
Bag it up