[Verse: Dre Knox]
Do anything to come home
It's Wellington's own, well in the zone
Tryna cop it for the throne
Used to do this for the thrill now it's a bigger picture
Go and let the city know the top is where I'll sit ya
Tell the fam hold on a little more
I'm taking this rap thing a tad more serious than before
So I'll work my way to the top, with no short cuts
f** your buzz, grinding til I'm on a tour bus
One day, I'm just tryna make history
I fell in love with the game, but what tripped me?
Promised that I'd never change dog, but what tricked me?
It's like a burdon leaving home, wondering if they'll miss me
Feeling homesick and keeping focused
Let them ho's blow kisses
And the bro's hit with the bro fist
Aiming to be one of the dopest
Around the block, I'm just hoping that one day you would notice
[Verse: Avitodaklub]
Never been serious, all black
All these other rappers straight serious, all black
I've been rollin' with the daklub, for years, four pack, attack
Still dunkin' on u b**hes like we are the tall backs
b**h call me up, no call backs
Cause she's just a b**h and she claims to have more rack's
But she more rank, like shawshank
Dive in the pipe crystal weed called pure dank, high off the hype
You throw on a snapback an NBA jersey
You n***as stay swaggin while i stay working
n***as still clubbing, b**hes still t**n
I stay murkin, rappers still hurtin
Yeah that's me, yeah that's we, I be working bruh
D A K L U B, fire up the blunt
Repping K O T V, cause we're from the hutt
Two fingers down, three up cause we're in daklub
[Verse 3: Stan Himself]
Man I'm rapping for the hell of it always gunna be fine
And we take in what we given and crush it to a line like
Do I do this or do I that?
Yeah and shout out macky Dre for throwing me upon a track
Thinking rapping is gonna get out of focus
They practicing what they preach but f** it
I'm throwing roses
And I'm feeling colder, never gonna be over sober
And I do it for the land I ain't talking rover
Ha ha, so throw the jack on
Drink away my thoughts buzzing everything I feed on
You don't even know my sh** you don't even know my life
Look at what we doing we ain't never be the sober type
I'm out, give me time to reflect
Then I look into the mirror and I wonder what's next
Yeah, ain't no time to ignore
And shout to the artists from the D to the shore
[Verse 4: Mitch Ill]
Yo it's the boy with his head in the clouds
I'm looking down at you now, these clowns are tripping
I'm ripping sounds that I'm proud of
I dropped a tape you couldn't frown 'pon
Though most the time I was writing I had a frown on
But I'm back with a smile for a while
I won't say the sh** is permanent, life is always a trial
And I'm always fighting through it
Don't say I'm Nike influenced
But my mumma loves the slogan
She's telling me to just do it
Often I'm the kick back don't give a f** guy
Sitting on the sideline watching y'all pa** by
But with this rap sh**, I'm the guy at the front of the pack getting lit
Often I'm the f** that Imma stay home guy
Watch some nickelodeon and order me some French fries
But with this rap sh** I'm the guy at the front of the pack getting lit
We out