Light Up Remix
[Verse 1: Renegade]
We, make, the shit light up
Ain't gotta K on each arm, so I lift my voice up
Gotta rep my hood, 'til the fuckers cut the lights off
But my words continue circling your mind, even though the mic's off
Like a reoccurring nightmare
You breathing kinda funny, Chris Brown, no air
And I'm kinda like the spark to the flame
I’m kicking off this shit like the start to a game
Bitch I'mma winner like I'm Shaq or I'm Kobe
Show 'em I'm the best like the Chi, Nine Three, uh
Been killing shit for a few years
Hunt em down n hang up like they be fuckin’ Moose or Deer
But they don’t act like they Bambi
They fucking whicha dome like you just took a shot o' brandy
My flow is fucking wild, acting savage like I'm Randy
They thinking that they do, but they will never understand me
Little homie acting like a pansy
No queer here, no bra, no panty
...This about to be a hit, girl, no Mindy
I want the world, and I'm starting it with Sydney