Backpack Beatz - Promise lyrics

Verse 1: Yeah, I promise this No longer anonymous to Adonises Autonomous but honest is how I run my conglomerate So honor it Tryna spread love across the continent My content bent on making my doubters feel like a condiment Ketchup Too many nights I'm being kept up Cuz things are effed up And I know it's because they're left up To those who want the check cut More than reachin' the mecca Making records similar to the essence of Large Professor But I'm hard as ever Rock solid Wanted knowledge, I sought college And wisdom My thoughts polished Envisionin' shot callin cuz dividends not fallin' I sit in my car often Just spittin' about ish that I'm livin without And most the folks I kick it with got cribs in they house They be thinkin', "You can't spit if you live in the South" But records is gettin' bodied The figures is out And they diggin' the clout Hook: Now let me see your hands high If you rock with the brain Food for thought from the top of the chain Ain't no stoppin' the gang We just tryna make the populous sang G's up, we won't ever ease up Nah never Let me see your hands high If you rock with the brain Food for thought from the top of the chain Ain't no stoppin' the gang We just tryna make the populous sang, sang Are you gonna make your promise? Verse 2: "My mic check is life or d**h breathin' a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of Buddha through righteous steps" It ain't hard to tell I got em movin' through heights and depths Confusin', they might confess I do this to lighten stress Diffusin' the type of message That's dope and well respected They check the method And see there ain't no way to second guess it So I just finesse it Smooth like bu*ter My crew might cut up to ya dudes like "What up" DB I can do what you do - easy Believe me So can my dudes Omega and TP And we be Doper though, haters gettin' emotional They hear the stuff I wrote and go Feelin' like they Pinnochio Tryna get my socioeconomic status in brackets Where I'm livin' lavish and half of it goes to taxes Swingin' harder than Ca**ius Show me where the cash is Strong black woman never has to be a bad b**h Hook: Now let me see your hands high If you rock with the brain Food for thought from the top of the chain Ain't no stoppin' the gang We just tryna make the populous sang G's up, we won't ever ease up Nah never Let me see your hands high If you rock with the brain Food for thought from the top of the chain Ain't no stoppin' the gang We just tryna make the populous sang, sang Are you gonna make your promise?