Crooked I - The Year of the Underdogz lyrics

[Hook: Young Noble] (x2) The big homie told me one thing and it went like this: "Get off your a** if you plan to be rich" And it's the year of the underdog, feel it in the air Yeah, I can feel it in the air [Verse 1: Young Noble] [?] on that coupe That youngin' on the stoop Soaked up the game, epitome of the truth I lead by example and do what I'm supposed to Count on me to always come through, when the pressure's on May no weapon form against them outlaws We soldiers of God Against all odds, this the year of the underdog Still I rise, I told you n***as I will evolve Into somethin' more bigger Somethin' more powerful, more independent now They gon' pay me by the minute now Not just by blood, by soul [?] Failure's never been an option Get your paper my n***a, we eatin' lobster The Noble and Gage Gully Year of the underdog, real n***as ride with me now (now) [Hook] [Verse 2: Crooked I] It' the year of the underdog I'm rockin' gym shorts and J's in this rap game cause I come to ball Allergic to sleepin' n***as servin' and schemin' Yeah I'm one of y'all A sketchy n***a because my gun'll draw Where I'm from, kids been shootin' since laser tag By the time they twenty they martyrs or someone's baby's dad Cops wanna k** me cause I'm darker than a paper bag Park the latest Jag by the police Sergeant and made him mad Who cares what my enemy think? Long as I'm grindin' 'til I'm literally breached 'Til [?] is givin' me minks I'm hustlin' all night On so much caffeine I'm literally pissing out energy drinks And crew love and a small thing That's why I'm on that hockey team sh**, grindin' 'til we all kings And them hatin' n***as, half them mean muggas [?] magazine covers We on n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Gage Gully] I don't sit in the house Projects, we be gettin' 'em out I'm state-to-state, cross-country When they livin' in doubt Can't be afraid to travel, I'm a warrior made to battle I take the stage, tear that motherf**er down cause I have to I'm popular with the dealers I probably could get you realer Or possibly order [?] Tell your people we'll bill you Want it now, cash out In the streets, back routes My movement [?], more traffic than a crack house More action over here, gettin' dough so that counts Gettin' 'dro, hustle six days of the week, then pa** out When they was tryin' to freestyle all I had was weed piles I'm the concrete block sayin' "Gully a beast now" It's cold I'm leanin' for no reason Lookin' to bleed pounds Soon as they catch on we takin' the cream then bounce My team foul, [?] , you barely seen how Walkin' the green mile Gully, he triple-beam dream child [Hook]