Coming from the underground
They won't let me out
My hair to nappy
Want me to shut my mouth
You to happy ..
What u smiling bout
Uncle Sam still
Got my n***as in the f**ing drout
Stress out above the clouds
Riding thro ghost town
I don't care for these bars
But here's another round
Of that good sh**
I know you tired of that
Money hoes & clothes
And how they get it
Underground don't be bullsh**ting
I live for music
So I'm getting to it
I need it
f** it I wanted
Shed days i stayed blunted
Curving hoes for flows
I stayed fronting
Told me that I'm good for nothing
But these beats for beat for something
Wanted me to beat for nothing
Never had a full house
Always bluffing
Grinding while she cuffing
While I'm timing the percussion
Learning while they party
At different functions
3 years with the same constructions
My motto is f** it
But everything look well constructed
My clan in the front
To bring the ruckas
Nothing else to say but...
Kushandbeatz s**as