Listen Up

[Verse 1] New crib in another state to duck off (Duck off) You gettin' on my nerves, bitch, fuck off (Fuck off) Runaway train, I done took off I move with a purpose, give 'em the right influence, that's how I'm the big dog I'm with the clappers, I better not throw a punch Free all of the rappers (Uh), hope they get a mistrial (Yeah) No more spendin' more than I'm savin', lettin' this shit pile (Pile up) Livin' kiddy, that shit was corny, I had to switch styles (Styles up) Eight M's on the crib come from Section 8, man, this shit wild (Wild) I took the lil' bros and I mold 'em, they know to hold it down (Hold this shit down) I got lots of dollars and yens, and a whole lot of pounds I lived in conditions you can't pay niggas to go around (Round up) We in Miami, PJ to the BP I can't lie, this shit okay for me (Sweet) Locked in, in the studio all night, but she gon' wait for me (Stay up) She told me she treat you like a lame, but she don't play with me (No way) She say I'm her favorite nigga (Uh) These niggas backwards They get a lil' money, spend it all, and then they ask for some (How?) I grew up with million-dollar hitters, still ain't ask for nothin' (Never) Fuck it up, I'll probably get a front or somethin' Run my money up in like a month or somethin' I'm with the hustlers (Real ones) Runnin' circles 'round these rappin' niggas No discussion from me (No) I got niggas still stuck in the trenches, shit be fuckin' with me I was checkin' emails on the plane and she start suckin' on me It ain't no buster in me, no It ain't no tussle in me, bro Pop up my leg, give her that dope I done seen suckers turn to soldiers I seen gangsters turn hoes Ain't no rules inside the streets no more, anything goes But I'm a diamond in the dirt, so I want every chain rose [Verse 2] I been schoolin' niggas Bad bitch, 'bout class and all about her digits (Brr) Ten-fifty for a pound, I come from sellin' midget (Mid) Couple songs went diamond, I'm just gettin' started, shit big Always run into problems 'cause I couldn't never sit still Went five on a Brabus, but this one come with six wheels Two hundred fifty mil' on Mitchell & Ness, it's a big deal I got a lil' percent (Yeah), I could be sellin' bricks You know the kind that flake like diamonds, we call it fish Raw smell like nail polish, you tryna get a fix? Country boy keep callin', I'm tryna find the mix Drop a zip, no soda, it come back twenty-six grams Farm house in Selena, we tall like thirty mill' and Wham (Talk) Taught myself to a dollar, I really got the gift of gab This time, I'ma show 'em, get in a whole different bag Everybody can talk it, but they ain't standin' how I stand up [Outro] Check all these I'm turnin' up more, please (Yeah) SONG MEANING "Listen Up" is a powerful anthem where Lil Baby demands attention and respect from both the streets and the industry. The track blends motivational grit with raw storytelling, as Lil Baby reflects on the lessons he’s learned coming up from poverty, facing betrayal, and grinding to build his empire. The phrase “listen up” becomes a command to those who doubted him — telling the youth, haters, and even fake friends to pay attention to the blueprint of real success. Over a haunting trap beat, he balances vulnerability and pride, opening up about pain, paranoia, and pressure, while also flexing his achievements. It’s both a warning and an invitation — listen up, because he’s not backing down, and the world better take notice.