[Verse 1]
I dig deep, rip nails off my fingers
I go deep, rip walls off cunilingus
Can you feel us, the pain that it brings us
Understand, you've awoken some demons
Girls treat me like the navy, ready for seamen
They say he raise hell, you should believe them
Don't envy me, I am what the bird does
You my enemy, my shells make you nervous
The life style is crazy, it's Blaqman baby
Patrick you like Swayze blind cripple and crazy
No matter the issue, I'm side ways baby
Big blocks drive'em crazy, 45 the 380
Call me dangerous, I'm off my safety
Jumping off the bridge, will the lord save me
Got a mean team carrying street sweepers
They riding wit Lecxs, call him the reaper
My skull's on fire, smoke fills my chest
The 45 will give you cardiovascular arrest
I shut down defenses, call me Ron Artest
Caled ain't the best you ain't seen us yet
I stay loaded to exploded on snitches
Make yards out of inches, never burn bridges
It's relentless, the pursuit is endless
The grind games a religion, prepare to be a witness
[Chorus]
You ain'ttttt, never heard of our style
And we'reeee, gonna be here awhile
Got chipped teeth, but we still smile
Some of us father less but still fathered a child
So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep
So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep
So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep
So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep
So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep
[2nd verse]
My wife keeps me grounded, I'm blessed for that
Copped a little mansion, didn't stress for that
Put cowards in their place, Kimbers for that
Big boned dude, but I'm quick to react
I stay on it, grind hard for my children
They gots to eat so Lecxs gotta keep building
Everyday I wake, because the Lords willing
To give me yet another chance to slay my inner villian
Sometimes I pause, just to smell the roses
And put the world on my shoulders just to feel its forces
I stumble and get up, because the grind is gorgeous
And I continue to dig deep so I can build my fortress
My mind's crazy and it won't let me sleep
So I wake up and work till my body just reeks
Please step aside, let this beast be
I'll cause a train wreck if ya mess with me
Ya might think I'm off or a little outta wack
If so keep ya distance or risk getting slapped
My workshops a dungeon, with creativity on tap
And like Charles Xavier, my mind can't be mapped
It's Blaqman baby, what more can I say
Underground soul, real like the O'Jays
I won't back stab ya, I'll say it to ya face
And since I'm underground, there won't be a trace
[Chorus]
You ain'ttttt, never heard of our style
And we'reeee, gonna be here awhile
Got chipped teeth, but we still smile
Some of us father less but still fathered a child
So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep
So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep
So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep
So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep
So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep