"Keep Your Head Up" lyrics
Yeah
And this is that Skrapz
Riding that 2Pac beat
Keep Ya Head Up
This is for all my niggas in the streets man
I wonder if I ever been the victim of a stakeout
How many niggas loaded up their guns in the late night and try and find Skrapz
Or try and find Nina, or try and find Fatz
We out here getting money, we ain't worried 'bout that
Tell a man there stay schemin'
I know there's man that said they're gonna dun my dance
Tell 'em man to keep dreaming
All 'dem manna do is make talk, no meaning
'Dem times I be doing dirt, no cleaning
R.I.P my nigga Stylie
When Funds told me on the phone you was gone, all I did is went silent
Sittin' in my cell with no weed I felt violent
Had to block it out 'thru my sentence, I had to ride it
Quick message to my brothers in the system
From Oakwood to Wayland, Scrubs down to Brixton
Always keep your head high, fuck feds, fuck stress
Read some books, bank some [?] out, make the time fly
I told my niggas I ain't stopping till somebody stops me
They need to free my nigga Jazzie cah I know he's got me
Mumma told me anything you're doing, do it properly
Got my stitch iron out to slick ice hockey
I'm just tryna look after my family
Niggas love the kid cah' they're understanding me
I dropped another mixtape for free
I know niggas that are broke saying, "Skrapz I woulda bought this G"
It means a lot to me, I'm tryna do it properly
I told myself logically, a nigga like me?
Coulda never win the lottery
I told my nigga fuck rap and he was saying, "Nah Skrapz man you've gotta think positively"
Anyway, to cut a long story short I'm heading straight to the top motherfuckers
Free all my bruddas, boom
Ice City
80's Baby
And this is that Skrapz
Riding that 2Pac beat
Keep Ya Head Up
This is for all my niggas in the streets man
I wonder if I ever been the victim of a stakeout
How many niggas loaded up their guns in the late night and try and find Skrapz
Or try and find Nina, or try and find Fatz
We out here getting money, we ain't worried 'bout that
Tell a man there stay schemin'
I know there's man that said they're gonna dun my dance
Tell 'em man to keep dreaming
All 'dem manna do is make talk, no meaning
'Dem times I be doing dirt, no cleaning
R.I.P my nigga Stylie
When Funds told me on the phone you was gone, all I did is went silent
Sittin' in my cell with no weed I felt violent
Had to block it out 'thru my sentence, I had to ride it
Quick message to my brothers in the system
From Oakwood to Wayland, Scrubs down to Brixton
Always keep your head high, fuck feds, fuck stress
Read some books, bank some [?] out, make the time fly
I told my niggas I ain't stopping till somebody stops me
They need to free my nigga Jazzie cah I know he's got me
Mumma told me anything you're doing, do it properly
Got my stitch iron out to slick ice hockey
I'm just tryna look after my family
Niggas love the kid cah' they're understanding me
I dropped another mixtape for free
I know niggas that are broke saying, "Skrapz I woulda bought this G"
It means a lot to me, I'm tryna do it properly
I told myself logically, a nigga like me?
Coulda never win the lottery
I told my nigga fuck rap and he was saying, "Nah Skrapz man you've gotta think positively"
Anyway, to cut a long story short I'm heading straight to the top motherfuckers
Free all my bruddas, boom
Ice City
80's Baby
