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February 21st
03:10
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February 21st 1975
50 degrees outside was the high
when I opened up my eyes and let out my first cry
pray to God this world let this lil black boy survive
he just wanna make some music that inspire you while you drive
at the job, push you from that 4 o'clock to 5
It’s amazing how tempus fugit, time flies
I was just watching Tempest Bledsoe, and The Cos
I had a plan, but got punched in the mouth
Mike was right, a left uppercut from life
not Jennings penning wrongs I could easily right(write)
sometimes wishing I could go peacefully in the night
but that would be the sucka route
pull out the Hammer rather "Turn This Muphuka Out"
"we gotta pray just to make it today", see sometimes I talk to God
cause the more I talk to people, the more I like my dog
cause he just tryna show his master love
drinkin beers I was fartin at the gastropub
yeah, see they can laugh at my social gaffe
knowin that them folks can’t hold a note in my vocal class
somethings wrong whicha mental
it’s fundamental you lackin proper guidance that’s parental
as a kid I wanted to be champ intercontinental
y'all don’t know the violence it took to become this gentle
It’s dead silence when I'm lurking
man the bugs stop buzzing man the birds stop chirping
when death is in the air I can feel it
I can wait for it to die or I can swoop down and kill it
like watching vultures eating roadkill
I got no chill, I try like Angela Bofill
you gone learn what the real bout
they try to copy but what I do but it's outside they’re wheelhouse
outside they comfort zone give up on this rappin fam
just go be a factory man with no back up plan
but for me and my team we ain’t quittin
I’m seeing too many memes that say this muphuka spittin
that’s cause you know I don’t play son
is your attitude gonna be one day? or is it day one?
that’s what I do with every beat I’ma burn it
I’ma funk it all up to be damned and then return it
throwin dollars on the dash Bubba Wallace on the gas
I was young, used to love watching the Dukes of Haz
till I learned about that flag on that car I was mad
like dag Bo and Luke my dudes y'all did me bad
love naps but stay woke
cause when you least expect they run the okey doke on my folk
it’s no joke
be smart stay sharp
test yaself if need be
I do it too person, woman ,man, camera, TV
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Verse 1: Mirage the Gr8
I'm lookin at old photos, thinking how I dressed like Trayvon
my potna sold dope I cut lawns
I was a student athlete with a thing for poems
I went to class faithfully but the shit was boring, of course
I never learned much about my own
until I got grown, and went out and learned on my own
we all stuck, tryna find a way to eat
get it from a job, or from the concrete
the police were created to protect the wealthy
so to a poor minority the police ain't healthy
of course it ain't all, but I will say most
police got a fucked up view of my folk
so that peace thing is probably a no go
they got me feeling like that PE logo
it's simple, either you're moving or you're standing still
you live in fantasy, or you keep it trill
a time to destroy, and a time to build
tryna acquire assets more than a mil
then provide a way for my folk to do the same
anything other than that is quite lame
Verse 2: Terrence Wood
I'm from a place where they quick to pull the hammer from they waist
put it to ya face and rock you like Alabama Shakes
"Hold On", can’t say I’m proud I feel more disgrace
embarrassment and shame
disparagement and disdain
they teach about the slave part, leave out the king part
Not Martin Luther talkin bout when we was rulers
self taught from the music we ain’t have no computers
work from home and still late to work, telecommuter
creatives are never bored, introverts are never lovely
been quarantining for years I’m good over here homie
but I think about them kids that face abuse at the crib
and school was they safe place before the Co-vid
wish I could save’em all, tak’em to run ball
even though I got no game, anything to ease to pain
cause them children is a blessing they taught me so many lessons
and they don’t want no presents, they just want you to be present
and I don’t care if somebody ain’t do you right
sometimes a broken heart can fuck around and fix your sight
have you focus on your vision board like, damn I’m aiight
accomplished everything I thought I would and more cause when I write
you know the...
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3. |
Write Time
03:27
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I'm just a curator of ill data
compile it in a file and call it style originator
might not know it now you probably learn about it later
when ya biggest fan a stranger but ya friends ya biggest haters
oh that’s ya man, that’s ya fam what’s his plan?
extend his hand to build bridges no he tryna build dams
never know on the low they finessin with the floss
make you show the difference tween the workers and the boss
gotta separate myself from you dummies at all cost
you type to probably write I’m sorry for your lost
when somebody dies please get to steppin'
cause I gotta lotta family up in heaven that I’m reppin'
stay ready I be preppin' like it's bout to get violent
the fools multiply when wise men stay silent
do the math I add on then divide and lift the bar
the beat punch hard it feels like the fist of God
I’m just tryna turn ya ego off and turn on ya soul
I capture it in pieces then present it as a whole
pie chart displaying all my challenges and goals
write scrolls to put holes in the haters and the trolls
hook:
Day time, night time, it hit different when you hear it at the right (write) time
maybe a moment when you weren't up in your right mind
music hit different when you hear it at the right (write) time
summer time,winter time, take you back to a way more simple time
fell in love and thought it last till the end of time
music hit different when you hear it at the right (write) time
I’m uncertain, working on time that’s borrowed
so either way I’ma seize the day tomorrow
professional procrastinator had plans to do more
and all you haters get pushed down the moon door
get yourselff an aggregator get on Tune Core
build ya buzz might see you on a June tour
each songs a audiobook so you can hear the glory
cause when you're hard to read people write they own story
hell let’em tell it ain’t gone stop you from living
try paying your bills with them other peoples opinion
I love being oblivious to haters and my foes
shorty she could walk up and kiss me on my nose
couldn’t pick her out a line up my heads in the cumulus
dancing with my kids, basking in their youthfulness
5 star meal with amenities
sitting at a table prepped for me in the presence of my enemies
let’em watch hatin every drop as I pour it
Wit a thick jawn that shop up in Torrid I’m all for it
view distorted, can’t see the trees for the forest
I mean the forest for the trees drop the chorus then I breeze
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4. |
The Rush
03:30
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I need my beat to rumble like thunder when it come on
too smart to mumble yet ignorant enough to dumb on
son come on, this jawn ain’t no lay back in ya Maybach
this is man cave rap escaped slave rap
the Big Payback like James and them
this what happen to your rappin when you came up off Kane and them
they want the life, the hot wife, the ice, bright lights
I just wanna be twice as nice and own the license rights
they more Billy D, bul I’m more like Willie D
rep Austin still I be tossing up that Philly P
Y'all be killing me y'all do it to get lit up
I'm just tryna see what’s gonna happen if I don’t give up
this an experiment I’m charting all my findings
use me as a benchmark before you start your grinding
when it comes to shining I got standards and requirements
commandments and assignments for advancements in rhyming
bul reach in the quiver launch a arrow at y'all
have ya wall look like it’s covered up in Farrow and Ball
all red I be scalpin your head like Chickasaw
till I’m sick of y'all
get familiar with the bul I been this raw
Hook:
They don't do it for the same reason as us
and that’s cool please don’t confuse the two
man I do it for the rush
ain’t a whole lot to discuss
I don’t do it for no girls or no crush
man I do it for the rush
they need they jewels all lush
and they car all plush
that ain’t us, man I do it for the rush
ain't a feeling you can touch
It’s my art like a paint it with a brush
man I do it for the rush
My music I make it for me it ain't really for you
I mean you like it, wanna sing it wanna recite it, yeah that’s cool
I put the songs out if they grow legs I let’em walk
let’em go bet this flow’ll trot the globe like Meadowlark
talking bout your metal spark, smoking too much marijuana
so high, probably think you're from Zamunda or Wakanda
In a genre of prima donna's no sense on the mic
the type to use your whole fist to hold a pencil to write
man, offensive I’m quite, I been told that
bul I’m just a cold cat raised off M.O.P nigga hold dat
my journey ain't on no GPS, ain’t no road map
hottest in your city that’s pity where ya goals at?
the world's bigger than ya block, get a passport
learn some other cultures hit the ground get a crash course
I don’t do no backpack rap ain’t no Jansport
I pen it make a tenant transform into a landlord
never too late success ain't got no office hours
claim my spot like a dog we be marking ours
while your people still here man offer flowers
let’em smell’em gotta tell’em before they call for showers
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Stomp feat. C-Raine
04:03
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Verse 1: Terrence Wood
They say T where you been? we ain't rap in a minute
I ain't online all the time my life I actually live it
I'm with the wife and kids off the grid
but occasionally I breeze through your block and I chop off a head
roll it through your front door just as a reminder
keep you on your toes for those who dose in their recliner
heaven knows God designed one hell of a rhymer
creeping in the background but I ain't tryna photo bomb ya
I'm a Undergrinder for more, hustle goals full of soul
sounds like I record at Muscle Shoals
dirty southern grittiness, mixed with that Philly spitta ignorance
sorry killa this ain't on your syllabus
this is ad hoc a deviation for the have-nots
it sounds like sasquatch stomping down a back block
I had a choice that could hoist me out the ghetto
and my old head told me be the voice not the echo
Hook:
Let's stomp these dudes put the pressure on fools
they be taking up space dog all in the way
count back to one I been raw since the day
c'mon stomp these dudes wit ya bul, what I say
Verse 2: C. Raine
They like Raine where you been at?
feeling like Pacino try to leave they pull me back in I never get to relax
never get to recline so I give'em what they want fuck it
whether the rhymes or the clothing line they gonna love it
I been about mine never understood gimmick
you need it I got you I supply you man that's good business
fuck that back and forth nigga we ain't playin tennis
my rep is tremendous man these haters can't bear to witness
you's a fake it till you make it type muphuka
everyday we celebratin' out this muphuka
we don't ask so we take it from a muphuka
bout to get stomped Kirk Franklin out this muphuka
man these niggas can't get what I got
you think I'm playin' HLF to the socks
man is you coppin' or not?
clear my lane on my way to the top
you in the way you get stomped out the box muphuka
Verse 3: Terrence Wood
See they give it automatic I don't ask for respect
this ain't a album it's a passion project
never did it for the money still I'm cashing my checks
from BMI and that ain't body mass index
but they fat no pun intended
but I'm a Big Pun descendent of lyricism hear a rhythm and bend it
to your liking, look at the graph and see where you're spiking
then a sharp decline so that's time to market mine
to the mass talk trash come around you get Hulk smashed
rap like I'm blood drunk with rage on a warpath
you talking show money do a little more math
I need fasho money guarantees all cash
and for that you know results are cataclysmic
you should witness this prolific rapping at a distance
safety first say this verse will only make it worse
feeling like the ground is shaking standing on some quaking earth
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6. |
By Your Side
03:07
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Verse 1:
When everybody else was gone in the wind
you was there dancing with me like the song never end
they was all about to bounce you finna just settle in
a fair weather better friend that was
somethin bout you can’t quite put my finger on it
must be a water sign so creative in the moment
I’m alone never lonely you my homie
ride or die always told me you be
never far from me only a song away
put on my headphones in a zone press play
stormy weather all a sudden it’s a better day
sun start shining when I’m
if i was in a bad mood you change my attitude
life of the party first one to get it started
hold you sacred in my heart feeling like I gotta guard it
know that if we ever parted
Hip hop you the love of my life it’s been said by others
I’m tryna shoot my shot just like them other brothers
I been crushing on you since I was 13
learning all about you just so I can be
and all of sudden all your friends is my friends
we got you in common cause of you we started rhymin
making songs and relationships that last life long
you the glue that makes the bond strong
they call me Side but you still call me Terrence
I was broke still had me looking fly off of clearance
said it’s not about the things it’s more about the experience
turn it up so you can hear it cause I’m
late night parties early morning house cleaning
cruisin running errands seat back gangsta leaning
whether in the bar or iron horse hopping car to car
everywhere I go there you are
Hook:
It’s kinda crazy when you think you growing out of it
It’s still here unconditional you gotta love
people come and go but hip hop you never strayed
always been there for me always stayed
Verse 2:
See I’ma recluse at times out of sight out of mind
Hip hop brought me up out my box so I could shine
used to be a introvert wanted to be left alone
like we can hang just separately in our own home
them feelings is long gone you changed my whole outlook
being on stage spittin rhymes shoutin out hooks
It’s a high you gotta experience to describe
just know I failed more times than beginners ever tried
when they bouncing out chuckin' up the deuces
you my day wizzy right there no excuses
always in my ear like my conscious
so loud still I hear through the nonsense when you
when I was in school and full time employed
tryna acquire some materialistic toys to enjoy
you was right there through it all if I ever fall
Told me
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Anything
02:31
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Verse 1:
I'd be lying if I said I wasn’t doing this for dollars
ever since Killmonger was Little Wallace
working the pit in the shadow lurking ‘n shit
make my rounds in this underground circuit to spit
and take a chance now I’m flickin' posing in the winners stance
sorry bout ya mans he wasn’t even in my dinner plans
got ate up quicker than a record label advance
my music sounds like a pair of dirty Timberlands
one glance and get banned off of Instagram
too offensive frame it up for your night stand
this is all Terrence fam no hype man
scram before you end up in Big Sean’s white van
I’m only here to do damage when I pen it
each lyric got a unfair advantage on a critic
I drain the pool dry on you cannon, No Limit
you would think Dorothy Dandridge stuck her toe in it
no racism no hatin' on my folks
no cosigns no waitin' on the goats
they say a rising tide comes and lifts all the boats
And even if it don’t, know my quotes still gonna float
Verse: 2
My shows packed from front rows to nosebleeds
don’t need no running start to build up some damn speed
my momentum is something you can’t exceed
when I’m done the place look like a Bunkhouse stampede
counting cash, my profits of rage
place all smashed chairs thrown on the stage
might wanna burn some sweet grass and some sage
and purify the air before you further engage
cleanse the energy, bring ya harlot, I leave her
gave her the Dick test and I ain’t talkin' Scarlet Fever
I be the same 'cat' that 'dog' ya 'chickens' 'beaver'
Animal rap, black Labrador Retriever
sorry, my iidiosyncrasies a lil quirky
you might be more talented but could never outwork me
it don’t matter the labor great or small
you gotta do it well or you don’t do it at all
heard that from Quincy Jones, Thriller, Off the Wall
Motown 25 moonwalking down the hall
they want the record deal
I want the licensing deal
gotta own the master rights, the likeness, and the feel
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8. |
Night Flight
03:05
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Verse 1:
They say you born broke it's not your fault, you die broke it is
what's your excuse get on your grizz, get biz
can't blame nobody else your shortcomings ain't his
take some ownership dig, homie get it how you live
the music rugged, if you like it then I love it
I'm just a dad tryna live within a budget
squeeze a hug before my kids to big to want it
yahmean bul, I'm tryna keep it a bean with you, a hundred
but truth is I probably need it more than they do
nothings free, people value it more when they gotta pay you
it come with money back guarantees that I'ma slay you
run that Philly Special on you anytime we play you
then celebrate like it's Cinco De Mayo
you dig what I ink, we in sync, the link in the bio
it's end-user friendly, plug and play
blame it on my ignorance I don't know no other way
my catalog's a collectors item, a goldmine
grimey analog, effective writing with cold lines
I give you no shine, sometimes you gotta be disrespectful
to show you've been respectful the whole time
Hook:
It's just a vibe dog you need to know that
I came all this way I can't go back
get familiar with the bul I hope you learnin' me
Night Flight wrote it on my way to Germany
Verse 2:
You see me crying cause my childhood heroes are dying
rest in peace to Sean Price, Prodigy and Phife
the list goes on it's like the cycle of life
but their music basically raised the way I approach the mic
I invent then repurpose the content
feel like I started yesterday, don't know where the time went
flow so clean it leaves behind a pine scent
have your mind bent look close read the fine print
I grow wings when I leap off the cliff
I'd rather have a oops than a what if?
in other words I'd rather make mistakes instead of wasting away my gifts
while you worried bout some management that's taking away your shift (shit)
I'd probably die on a treadmill like Will Smith
before I pop molly blue or red pill take your pick
the last shirt you wear got no pockets on that bitch
can't take nothing with you when they drop you in that pit
silent partner I communicate with gestures
then paint pictures with different tones and textures
this is just me dog ain't no extras
I'm nice, but my flow mean like Mo'Nique in Precious
Hook:
It's just a vibe dog you need to know that
I came all this way I can't go back
get familiar with the bul I hope you learnin' me
Night Flight wrote it on my way to Germany
outro:
I love when the words fall out the sky
I catch'em then I turn'em into something fly
I'm just doin' me, chillin', tryna live it up
self-care I can't pour from no empty cup
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9. |
PNW feat. D-Russ
02:37
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Verse 1: Terrence Wood
I’m not a great communicator but I communicate great things
Surround myself with intelligent queens and great kings
They told me think first
If they willing to give a million imagine how much you must be really worth
I’m from Philly first, then drove a Lexus down to Texas
Then a BMW up to the PNW
Thinking how 2020 was a mother, lost my father, couldn’t handle it
had to escalate to upper management
And pray about it
them rainy days ain’t gonna last
every sinner got a future, every saint got a past
tryna carve a new path while remaining on my humble jawn
can’t have my kids walking on the same rocks I stumbled on
I quit so many jobs that it’s disgusting
just cause I believed that I’d make something outta nothing
just wanna make a record, get respected for a crazy flow
and have y'all give me credit no debt to income ratio
just tryna add some balance in my writing
caught between God and gangsta rap like Michael Eric Dyson
might have to change my name - Jennifer Bynum
If you flashy you creating resentment? or you inspiring?
Verse 2: D-Russ
Lyrically I'm a tyrant, violent with this pen I grip
your chin can't slip this southpaw switch, I'll hit you with the grippa clips
you're a sinking ship, a Titanic, you're panicking
I'm handling beats and mandolins, Christopher Wallace channeling (baby-baby)
challengers dodge me oddly enough I can't be missed
I'm equipped with the iron fists, no ironing out our differences
I insist, picture us punching a time clock for a 9 to 5
the devil is a lie, I'm right by Side Effect's side
we coincide down in these beats, vocals reside down in the creases
D-Russ keep ripping up features putting these starters in the bleachers
I'm creature, I know you thought you had it made
Nas said, Hip Hop was dead that bitch rolled over in her grave
the evidence of things unseen I know you never saw this coming
I was summoned, cause I'm money
I'm that feeling, in your tummy
no self-respect or dignity, your manhood in question
no pressure, this is easy like a Sunday morning Bible lesson
I see you sweatin' bet that heart rate is increasing
your situations bleak as your testosterone releases
this is for my five girls and my wife
if you ever disrespect I said I lay you rest I'm nice
D-Russ
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Hook:
Ayo we talk that shit
rap like nobody out there can mess wit
nothing you can say can compare to our clique
We air’em out quick
be aware we Spit Flair
get prepared we so sick
Verse 1: Terrence Wood
Ayo slick slang talker big beat bang harder
what I learned from the ave, trust you ain't heard the half
wholeheartedly ill artistry I majored in
with inextinguishable sparks that's unwavering
I bathed it in Au jus for extra flavoring
just so you know who when I raise the pen
bets are wagering for whose styles greatest
out buying 'bitches brew' and I ain't talkin' Miles Davis
shoes are made from the backs of alligators
used to be my biggest supporters and now they haters
asked God to help me understand the trends
said protect me from my enemies I started losing friends
imagine that, I know I’m a gorilla that spout
some of the illest shit without a scintilla of doubt
so when you walkin' through, hope you understand who you talkin' to
(You talkin to)Side Effect, M.Ski dog I thought you knew
Hook:
Ayo we talk that shit
rap like nobody out there can mess wit
nothing you can say can compare to our clique
We air’em out quick
be aware we Spit Flair
get prepared we so sick
Verse 2: Mista M.Ski
You know who that does you know what
I be the number one pick, for spittin' that shit
I lock and load and start bombing on you
in the trenches I'm a monster I'm Ndamukong Suh
perfect ten but every now and again
people stop me on the street and ask where you been?
well shit, M.Ski been training like Mr. T
doing pull ups on a pipe in the basement on Rocky 3
till I got a email from my cuz
and said it's time to get back to doing what we does
M.Ski and Side, Spit Flair what they call'em
come through slay all'em, smelling like New Harlem
and when we link up, these rap dudes is goners
we had the shit on smash since we was living round the corner
but now the rep stretches from Philly straight down to Texas
but even through the distance Drop Squad be the freshest
Hook:
Ayo we talk that shit
rap like nobody out there can mess wit
nothing you can say can compare to our clique
We air’em out quick
be aware we Spit Flair
get prepared we so sick
Verse 3: Terrence Wood and Mista M.Ski
Homie please do ya thang, just not in our lane
we run up on wack rappers, play the knock out game
Hit ya
first we front like everything good wit ya
then you end up head first in the wood chipper
I can feel love or I can spill blood
You test I eat ya flesh like the krokodil drug
This ain't Tom Ford,
this is crack mayor Rob Ford
dope shit make a fiend rob for it
the two illest cats walking the planet
absurd they way we working these words gotdammit
it's M.Ski and Side please step to the side
and make room you mofos the Drop Squad has arrived
and everything we do is nothing less than fresh
you test I kick a foot wide hole in your chest
cause that man is like Batman you ain't prepared
cause I hit rappers and make words appear in the air
like Poooooow!!!
Hook:
Ayo we talk that shit
rap like nobody out there can mess wit
nothing you can say can compare to our clique
We air’em out quick
be aware we Spit Flair
get prepared we so sick
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11. |
The Mountain
03:37
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Verse 1:
I don’t make records for radios and clubs
I make bangers with crazy lows for subs
It’s like drugs I slang over the organ
nothing but oldheads in my gang like Duke Morgan
What’s Happening? I’m rappin in my bedroom recording
scratchin wax with idle hands, it happened out of boredom
mixed and sort’em on a hard drive and stored’em
left’em for dead post one now they postmordem (more them)
some call me Terrence, some call me Side
It don’t apply to the rest if they don’t comply
my years 'added up' and blessings start to 'multiply'
don’t get 'subtracted' out the faction tryna cause 'divide'
It’s Mathematics Mos Definitely, music sound menacing
beat deafening, sounds like a day of reckoning
meant to intimidate any second string fledgling
who ain't old enough to catch everything I’m referencing
they unequipped, even when I brag I’m on my humble shit
guess it don’t matter what you saying if you mumble it
took the time to write it down instead you need to crumble it
I wonder who tied your shoes for you cause you dumb as shit
Hook:
I’ma keep pushin'
Dancin' and movin' like they ain’t lookin'
Even though I know they are, yeah the loves bizarre
keep adding up the numbers I ain’t even countin'
I see you running while I’m walking on down the mountain
Verse 2:
I’m tryna hit’em like that Melle Mel Beat Street second verse
prophetic with it gotta listen to the record first
don’t be a slave to no computer he was saying then
He ain’t waste a pen it still apply to the days we in
tryna roll a pair of dice and get to paradise
it’s all a gamble when ya ice look like Vegas lights
them young buls they ain’t tryna hear ya pain and strife
teeth shining while you talk you coming off that chain tonight
in the Wraith like they studying astronomy
make thugs discharge them slugs dishonorably
dude deliver food and do uber gig economy
can’t compare or share the same air no synonymy
tryna be a motivation with your gadgets and gizmos
make’em pull out the big nose ratchet and grip those
busy talkin bout all your plans, leave’em out
cause they over here killing everything you're dreaming bout
forget the truth the lie is more entertaining
people crappy and they hating everything that make you happy
call the Barbecue Becky and the Permit Patty
They be blowing out your fire before you roll up ya fatty
Hook:
I’ma keep pushin'
Dancin' and movin' like they ain’t lookin'
Even though I know they are, yeah the loves bizarre
keep adding up the numbers I ain’t even countin'
I see you running while I’m walking on down the mountain
Copyright: Whitmore Skillz Music 2020
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