3 Kube - Dedication lyrics

[Verse 1 : Fricky] Could you turn me up some more, just a little loud Be ready for my reign I know you fed up of the drought My mind is elevated, I got my head up in the cloud I was set up like a feather, what is cheda to a mouse? Hey boss, Pause, There's a lesson in this sound I be blessing every record, hope this record bring a smile Flexing with the verses repping, with the crown And now they personally wanna put the person in the ground Like Summertime lily Valentine release? I'd be spitting rhymes silly From the coupe to the booth, I kick a trick or two I finna keep it cool like it's autumn-time chilly And then I write then recite what I mime when I mic this It's wicked how I pick it when I kick it on the right kick Terrific how you dig it ,flip it cuz it's quite sick Fricky baby k**ing every joint like arthritis [Hook : Ekay ] Life can be hard and it beats you down but you must have hope Hussle hard and never break down If you wanna have the dough You must work hard so you can play hard when you have your own Praise God, don't forget your people when you run the show [Verse 2 : Fricky] What I scribble on the page be lyrically mature It got them silly critics adding like a decade to my age Now they say I'm 35, I'm really petrified Just a skinny heavy-weight tryna chase the cheda right You rappers feather-weight though It doesn't mean you're fly neither It's very vivid how I spit it with a slight fever And all this hype just be worsening my plight Bringing stresses to my life, still adjusting like Beiber For the record, you see the feeling is for real Is it really really real when I'm k**ing it for real? If I'm k**ing then It's real, still I'm feeling it's a sk** To be k**ing every rhythm that I did without a deal So shaddouts to the fam in Accra and Oseikrom Your shorties looking pretty yet they fiending for them grey notes You will never see me stay home My flow bring change in the booth like a pay-fone