(Intro) It's yo boy Messiahga. Comin' live from the studio Just an underdog trynna hang wit the top cats Wussup The instrumental is so sentimental to all the criminals And all the thugs who reppin' you Who callin' you? If it's not me, then who? It can't be the crew, so b**h you better tell me who? You feel the pain from every drop of rain So you can't maintain yo body's frame What a damn shame So in my name, I maintain my own lane, just to get the money mane Do you understand? No f**in' filler, you feel it now? if you ain't wit it you trippin' Im grippin' and pimpin' the pimpin' but never limpin' You see the glisten? Now pay attention It's the underdog hangin' wit the top cats Rollin' to the hi hat Rollin' wit a snapback Just to get my money rack Can you f**in' you handle that? I bet you never heard of that Ridin' through Chicago. Wavin' to my people Runnin' from the popo, but keep it on the d-low. We lethal, but loyal Underground King b**h, yes i'm royal Bout to rap it up, but no tin foil I'm cordial, won't bore you Wit all that “I adore you” Type of sh** Or “that I love you” type of sh** I'm chuckin' up the deuces no pun to the sh** But I got a knack to murder tracks, and never back The same way or the same day. Is that ok? Perfection is what I'm trynna achieve, do you believe? That luxury, is all I see Tell me please. Don't lie to me Cus seriously, you won't be seein' another D...A.Y Don't ask why. Screamin' “Haan” like Kai When we all drive by. And that's no lie I do it all for Chi. Oh me oh my I just k**ed this sh** So that means I stacked about another brick Cus we the sh**