ACT UP Killer Mike (Ft. Young Nudy)

[Intro: Young Nudy]
(Hahahaha)
Hahahaha
I told you I was comin', Killer (Yeah, bitch)
I'm tellin' you, yeah
I told you, yeah, I told you
I knew I told you
I heard about you, I'm tellin' you

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Let your worth ethic determine your worth
All for the family, the money come first
Blue Flame on a Sunday, it's rainin' in church
Can't see my dawgs, threw my dick in the dirt
Hope for the best and prepare for the worst
Rather die free than be locked up and burnt
Smell like a chick, I look wealthy in person
Been 'bout my bag, bitch, I'm back in my Birkin
Top dawg, can't let go this shit, I got lockjaw
They say real back in style, yeah, that's my fault
If my name in they mouth, then it's G.O.A.T. talk
Got to get back to work, ain't no days off
Gave my normalcy up, that's what fame costs
Any opp on my list, scratch his name off
Make ten million, that's for every slave bought
Blacked out Range, I'm swervin'
Devil red guts, bloody murder
Rebel with a cause, Nat Turner
Boss up, still a hard worker
Pink lemonade doin' numbers, ask Burna, yeah
Jaw like a lock, I'm humble, uh
No progress without struggle, uh
I'm the next Herman J. Russell, uh
You lookin' like food in the jungle