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Stand Up
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Stand Up was released on May 27, 2016 by Babygrande Records, Inc. as a part of the album Die Rich
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Release DateMay 27, 2016
LabelBabygrande Records, Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Jet
G-Jet
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
G. Lumsford
G. Lumsford
Songwriter
A. Brunn
A. Brunn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
G-Jet
G-Jet
Producer

Lyrics

I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
Than live on my knees, than live on my knees
All white people ain't have silver spoons
All black people ain't gangsta goons
All brown people ain't the damn plug
Shit, the government movin' all the drugs
White collar lose his job, blame it on the broke
They rather you smoke than to sell dope
You gon' be a victim or see victory
You gon' get a win or penitentiary
And you don't give a damn about the playoff
When you got a couple babies and you're laid off
And your lady say she late on her period
Now that World Series shit ain't serious
Holdin' combos at the red light with the homeless
Perfect stranger keep it realer than your homies
Last year he was at home playin' Sony
Now he on the corner for Coronas and bologna
I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
Than live on my knees, than live on my knees
I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
Than live on my knees, than live on my knees
Money ain't shit but I need it
Without it I feel defeated
He bless me like I'm sneezin'
But ooh, I been mistreated
They ain't see me but now they see me like cleavage on a diva
They receive me like that receding hairline back in Cleveland
Eatin' apple pie in the Garden of Eden
Held a meeting with 2Pac, Elvis Presley and Eazy
Heartbreak Hotel, keep your head up, G
Give the whole world hell, it's all eyes on me
Then I awoke from that spell and I was talkin' to me
So much family in jail, I'm just happy I'm free
People strange like the doors, spinal cord full of swords
I been stabbed in my back, my only friend is the Lord
Dear Lord, shit, I know that I'm a role model
Stay in school, stay in school, I drink the whole bottle
She a Instagram model, think she bad as hell
But she really bad, buildin' work at Taco Bell
And she just got paid for a fake abortion
And her real old man got a pair of daughters
Husband motherfucker give a fuck, they swing and fuck her
Her mama turned her head every time her daddy touched her
I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
Than live on my knees, than live on my knees
I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
I'd rather die standin' up than live on my knees
Than live on my knees, than live on my knees
Written by: A. Brunn, G. Lumsford
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