J-Cuse - Conscious lyrics

[Intro] Yo, we're here man, four hundred thousand downloads, forty thousand sales, it's Fly America man [Verse 1: Mark Battles] Let's toast to the fact that I rose from the cracks Now they gotta pay me for the shows and the raps Don't you get too crazy, got my bros in the back Shout out my n***a Scrap, he'll leave you where you at But I ain't into that I'm tryna keep it so cool Said I was the man, well man, that's so true Even without a signal my messages go through Said you want it, but I need it, I'm guessing we both do Told you that I'm here and don't take it for granted Tryna open up these doors and I ain't being romantic I dropped pre-season, now they starting to panic Better tell Bruno Mars that we the best on the planet I'mma get it ‘cause I'm so efficient With more lines than a coke addiction This broken system can't hold me victim, I know the difference Frigid, they scratch their head saying “no he didn't” Go hard, shut down your bars like the prohibition My family trippin' ‘cause I'm rolling the dice All the wrongs in my life, I'm here making them right Yeah it costs to be the boss, that's why I'm paying the price Turned a dream into a thing, what a hell of a life It's Battles [Interlude] Knocking it out this time little b**hes [Verse 2: Dizzy Wright] Trippy thoughts baby, don't be scared of the future Don't pretend that you like being somebody that you ain't used to My flow cold, my mother could see that way before computers It started in me and now I got game for all the intruders Cause it's world peace ‘till the end of times, smoking weed and preventing crime Tell em all my n***as finna shine (yo all my n***as finna shine) Look, when we yelling loud, n***as told me to settle down I sped up just to leave s**as, y'all fell off, and I held it down I swear I could sell anything, pretty much too big for anything else Look, without the wealth I was spitting that sh** they felt And busting sh** in the studio in that Vegas heat until I melt Come back to life, told ‘em I got dabs on that championship belt Nice guy but, I ain't tryna to 2-step with n***as Them thirsty n***as only make me wanna suplex a n***a (got ‘em) f** who you met n***a that dickriding sh** is whack to us Them cool kids that won't change is making motherf**ers adapt to us