Story Behind the Song
The story is basically what would happen if I'd be famous tomorrow...yeah
Lyrics
Soon's we be hittin the charts
we be hittin them hard
underground mothfuckers
know we fuckin them cars
still kickin down doors
kings of them wars
Nona2ral's in da place, you better get yossef off
Imma dig this,
raisin granades, it's life that fades
all my homies n mates
slang shit ain' my shit
I sip chris with bill gates
spit magic in crates
merlin beatboxin some spades
toppin all rates
my style pays,
no pos on the block,
no ass with no g shock
no bells that don't rock
no slugs that don't buck
no cars that got stuck
no pig dinin a duck
no hoes with no flows,
no dikes on mic shows
no eagles n no crows
no mo pro blows
n no mo bros low on doe
life is peacefully
and still got my pride
my freedom freed itself
I'm still on the ride
I got that fast cash
the fat stash, the hash that don't ash
I smash mics blaze leaves n verbally mash
bros dad be runnin for it
my gunja style's punnin your shit
Im too liquid to get
to damn tight to quit
and yo ass is still stuck
on the same fuckin road
I rock for you kid
po bro with no luck
no love n no boat
no plane, breathin no plain air
n u still fuckin "the goat"
what's the question, man?
u think life ain't fair?
no, undergroundman,
but skill is rare
why do niggaz still act like rich
maybe they got the money, but also got my bitch
True love ain't a game, hiphop is even more
so all you rappers out there, what u fightin 4?
aight, Shit's about to dig dizz, Hiphop's back in business
the real shit you get wizzed wizz,
the shit u sip yo chriss wizz
no dizz shizz.
Shizzle ma nizzle
I splizz dizz
mics like dikes, I fizz dizz, hoes like fuckfaces
I return robbed money to banks
tell peepz they live in maces
Fuck the money, all I got is the love.
All I need is the game
Tell the fame, I fuck its name
and I'm spliffin its shame.
Simply protect it from blame
cuz I am runnin shit, man!
damn
for everyone caught in the streets
anyone lovin my beats
anyone unpackin the heats
eny motherfucker that's shot and just bleeds
Imma see y'all on the grave yard
till then I'm rockin shit
n u let people hear my flow
wonderin why you don't spit
HipHop is like a game, but no game is like hiphop
roll the dice to my beat, you'll see you can't stop
Holla to Z Productions for producing this beat, holla
to am productions for makin some noise
peace to my man krismatik holdin shit down in austria,
mista b keepin it real with me
peace to my man Missin love that's still fuckin my style
and peace to everyone else that thinks I forgot
anyway Fuck you. I didn't mention your name you're just
too damn unimportant for me right now. holla
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