The Renaissance
(Stupid mother fucker, you dont know whats up)
Pepe
Say you got the juice
Oh you don't know what's up
But you out here making moves
But you don't know what's up
Got it popping on the gram
But you don't know what's up
Oh you ain't fucking with the fam
You don't know what's up
Say you selling blow hitting joogs by the Seven
You was eating Eggos in the woods like Eleven
Things been shitty the kings is in danger
My own city wouldn't even put me in the Stranger
Fuck- how am I gonna deal with all this anger
Least my new chick got lips like Topanga
Me and Wilson riding in a beat up Jeep Wrangler
Pull that shit and knock you off your block like Jenga
Dang they done let me off the leash
That girl ain't my bae but she getting rocked to sleep
You and your long necked homie
Like a flock of geese
I'm with an Oscar nominee
In my boxer briefs
I ain't clocking in cause I been a boss
You ain't bout that life
If your lights out at ten o'clock
Quit shitting where you eat
Find your litter box
No one hang around you like a kid with the chickenpox
I seen a kingpin turn rent a cop
I put you on the flo dog you been a mop
I been rock solid like a cinderblock
Sick of arguing about what dinner cost
Spent too many cold nights on a budget
Living out a car when the car doors didn't lock
Da wordplay was too deep to get across
Dark ages is over
Welcome to the Renaissance
Say you got the juice
But you don't know what's up
Oh you out here making moves?
But you don't know what's up
Got it popping on the gram
But you don't know what's up
Oh you ain't fucking with the fam
You don't know what's up
Now you singing like post
You don't know what's up
Say you been doing the most
You don't know what's up
Oh you call your girl a bitch
You don't know what's up
Guess you still a piece of shit
You don't know what's up
Nah you don't know what's up
So Lilsten to ya neighbor it's Wilson with the wisdom
Sharing this knowledgekike keys to the kingdom
Knock knock knocking at ya door like a kick drum
Say you got some bars Well shit I must've missed em
Better have my money or ia get mine soon
Cuz they been Owen Wilson like Shanghai Noon
Willy Will been forreal we the new Neptunes
See the hits yeah the boy got more juice
Then Brett Boone In the bottom of the 9th got
Swinging for the fences
Shovel and a knife still
Digging in the trenches
For backstabbing bitches
Who do anything for mentions
Lying bout ya life kid
We find that shit offensive
We all feel the tension
The pot boil over
Goes round n round
Like the coil of a cobra
War in these streets
Turn a boy into a soldier
It's time to wake the fuck up
Pass dem da Folgers
Y'all should of listened
To the plan when I told ya
I built up my following the grand ayatollah
They know I'm foreign
Everywhere I been touring
Sunrise in the Sahara
Smoke a square in the morning
Oh you real cuz you got a grill
Like you George Foreman
Fair warning cuz the pump
Make um jump Like air Jordan
You the type of dude to
Talk shit about ya posse
Switch, snitch n still get locked like Tekashi
Y'all be on that clown shit
It's bo time to joke
When it comes down to it
You gon ride or you won't
There ain't nothing to decide
I would die for my folks
Yeah I did dirt
Now I'm tryna find me the soap
Cuz I know how it goes
When ya trying to cope
But you high off the coke
Lines dripping down ya throat
Yeah you quit for a minute
Now you back on that stuff
Came up short cause you fucking up the cut dog
You don't know what's up
Say you got the juice
But you don't know what's up
Oh you out here making moves
But you don't know what's up
Got it popping on the gram
But you don't know what's up
Oh you ain't fucking with the fam
-You don't know what's up
Now you singing like post
You don't know what's up
Say you been doing the most
You don't know what's up
Oh you call your girl a bitch
You don't know what's up
Guess you still a piece of shit
And you don't know what's up
Nah you don't know what's up
(Wassup, wassup, wassup)