Ground Up - Pipe Dreams lyrics

[prod. by Bij Lincs] [Verse 1: Malakai] Uh, Uh Hold Up, Hold Up We baking like soda Baking like [?] Here come the shogun with no gun Please I need seeds so I can sow some and grow some We gruesome, please excuse us for these exclusives Hocus pocus politics is f**ing with my focus Why can't I be humble and bragadocious Yeah I deliver like the postage Word, to your doorstep Never shot a gun but I'm feeling like a war vet Keep having flashbacks to the day I drop like the NASDAQ I see my mother with her lunchbox And her backpack, damn It's funny thinking we we're both just children So this poor man's dream is to make it to a million They cop you a house on the beach when you can't reach the ceiling So when we make it like the pilgrims It'll be a fine thanksgiving, with chefs in the kitchen Listen [Hook: Azar & Malakai] Get your mind right We all make mistakes But that's the beauty of hindsight Leave them all behind and rewind this Unsigned hype though we didn't get a goddamn mic Lord knows that we should've been signed twice And the mics all I see at night Trying to dream through a goddamn pipe And you don't know what that feels like But tell if it feels right You just tell us if this feels right [Verse 2: Azar] In this ice age I'm a frozen artist Even headphones give me roaming charges In my own apartment, I'm alone regardless (damn) With my guard up Hit by a comet and I'm still not star-struck, no Cause you dudes don't impress me, dudes don't wow me I could give a f** about your video and South Beach You should listen kids, this recession got me splitting cigs Need money I'm forgetting what the mission is So my nose all runny and my head's all swollen You can keep ballin' Imma get the ball rolling, get the door open Ground Up Sounds only movement and motion Wait a few years you may lose your emotion Find an addiction, cruise with the hopeless That's why I never lose focus Play for me [Hook] [Verse 3: Malakai] Olly Olly Oxen free, Olly there's no stopping me Commercially, they made a mockery of this hip-hopery, hypocrisy Hips that I could be so far up in between Never seen, fulfil my dreams or my prophecies Of what I think that I could be, sure-shot lottery Why would I be jerking you when all these fans are jocking me? Allergic to corniness, whose rhymes are just f**ing up my sinuses, stressed out I think I need a pint of it Matter fact, double it, heighten it Cop a handle and make a night of it We writing it you just reciting it Up in your chrysler, hopped up on vicodin We burning and pillaging you stay up on some viking sh** All in together now we're on another level now We dig it like a shovel now, never want to catch a trow [?] Never want to catch a case, so I just Lebron James Mike J fade away, crazier than b**hes that wanted the fame [Hook] [Verse 4: Azar] No backpack crap no soulful rap This the very first time I'm supposed to rap I don't owe you jack, but now you acting like I sold you crack No HOV did that, thankfully I didn't go through that, sh** Man I used to play two sports, now I zone out weed and my new Porsche Who are you to judge that? It was all a dream Hanging pictures on my walls with some thumbtacks But now I'm lost in this big scheme Rail models who floss on the big screen (damn) Just playing I can be my own boss like Springsteen Think back in my thoughts gettin' tossed when I spring clean Long time since my narrative was sloppy Now I'm like a combo of Eric B and Rocky Very thin line being arrogant and co*ky [Hook}