Now they say: Don't forget where you come from Don't die holdin' on to your words 'Cause you know that you got a whole world to change But understand who you gotta change first And I was like: Fuck that, humility bust back I remember the days with nothing but a bus pass I was just a little shorty, just hopin' that I could find a bum To buy a forty for me and have enough for a Bud sack Yeah, and I dance on that instrumental Unorthodox like Basquiat with the pencil Give me a microphone and a beat box I could vent to Music the only medium that I could find myself through Recluse, sippin' on some lean, I would let loose Lookin' in the mirror, watchin' myself lose Cleaned up in oh-eight, got a job makin' barely minimum wage To get into that page Hit the road with R. L., performin' in front of eight people And that shit will check your ego About around that time, I'm watchin' that EP go From nothing to gettin' us booked around the country I know no limits, life can change in an instant Eight people turn into sold out shows in a minute Now watchin' my pops in the back row, grinnin' With his glass up to my mom, toastin' his Guinness And we on, we on Good music, it lies in the ambiance One day, we'll leave here But these words live on Till then, we'll keep on making the songs So put 'em up, up-up-up-up, so high So put 'em up, up-up-up-up, so high So put 'em up, up-up-up-up, so high Put 'em up, up-up-up-up, so high So put 'em up, up-up-up-up, so high So put 'em up, up-up-up-up, so high I remember that Freshman edition Last year, thinkin' to myself, like Yeah, nah, I won't win it yet, I probably won't get it, but I'ma give it everything, play my position The next eleven months I gave it all, everything I had in me Left blood, sweat, tears in every goddamn city No label, no deal, no publicist, indie Just music that connected and fans that rode with me Throw me a gold mine and a co-sign While you're ridin' a couple dope rides Two women, both dimes Not gonna lie, that shit sounds so nice But I got creative control and my soul's mine I wouldn't trade it, maybe I'm crazy I put on for my city, Seattle, that raised me Rule four-thousand-and-eighty it's really not changing Nowadays, make good music, the people are your label So put 'em up, up-up-up-up, so high So put 'em up, up-up-up-up, so high So put 'em up, up-up-up-up, so high Put 'em up, up-up-up-up, so high So put 'em up, up-up-up-up, so high So put 'em up, up-up-up-up, so high Oh, my God Feels like a victory lap Can I have that moment? Can I talk my shit? Now they say: Don't forget where you come from Don't die holdin' on to your words 'Cause you know that you got a whole world to change But understand who you gotta change first Put 'em up, up-up-up Up-up-up-up Put 'em up, up-up-up Macklemore, Ryan Lewis Put 'em up, up-up-up Up, up-up-up Put 'em up, up-up-up, so high