Incwell - RGiii lyrics

Burgundy and mustard rag back but I never left, triumph still in our sights us skins goons don't ever rest, chocolate city gritty grind ans barely getting by, hail to the Redskins I hashtag it 50 times, I heard a hero's here to pull us in te lime, and they call him RG3 but I say superman's alive, Baylor's Norman Mailer like he wrote it in a poem, of a fire on the moon Mr. poetry in motion, it's Incwell I'm buzzing yeah you heard of me, certainly I'm cranking throw that mustard on your burgundy, Fedex gets liver I be riding out in green lot, throwing up the R's like we'll be here until this thing drops, cracking brews I can't feel it I need 4 more, until I see Sean Taylor sitting on the scoreboard, R.I.P till the times runs off the big clock and if not there's no option it's Redskins or kick rocks Stay out of my way don't you come around here I promise that you'll never be the same, so don't you ever come around her I'll show you what it's like to feel my pain They want my soul I told them I will not fold, the sun disappeared now and everything just got cold, this highway of life I'm swerving into potholes, all folks wanna do is survive 20 and chop vogues, the hardest working man you ever met in person, bet I'm worth it but my worth ain't reflected in my purchase, the surface remains calm but my guts are boiling, amind can be dangerous and bad ideas are spoiling, they wanna see me shatter I ain't made of porcelain, it's Eastern Shore all over wanna put me in the dirt again, I know the pain, you're here then you're forgotten, and no one understands that the fear is not an option, I'm top ten hall of famer crank me in your jukebox, patty boom boom when the tunes make the room rock, I tilt my gla** till nothings left but a few drops, I grind from sun up to sun down till the moon flops