Robert Hill - Dig Deep lyrics

[Verse 1] I dig deep, rip nails off my fingers I go deep, rip walls off cunilingus Can you feel us, the pain that it brings us Understand, you've awoken some demons Girls treat me like the navy, ready for seamen They say he raise hell, you should believe them Don't envy me, I am what the bird does You my enemy, my shells make you nervous The life style is crazy, it's Blaqman baby Patrick you like Swayze blind cripple and crazy No matter the issue, I'm side ways baby Big blocks drive'em crazy, 45 the 380 Call me dangerous, I'm off my safety Jumping off the bridge, will the lord save me Got a mean team carrying street sweepers They riding wit Lecxs, call him the reaper My skull's on fire, smoke fills my chest The 45 will give you cardiovascular arrest I shut down defenses, call me Ron Artest Caled ain't the best you ain't seen us yet I stay loaded to exploded on snitches Make yards out of inches, never burn bridges It's relentless, the pursuit is endless The grind games a religion, prepare to be a witness [Chorus] You ain'ttttt, never heard of our style And we'reeee, gonna be here awhile Got chipped teeth, but we still smile Some of us father less but still fathered a child So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep [2nd verse] My wife keeps me grounded, I'm blessed for that Copped a little mansion, didn't stress for that Put cowards in their place, Kimbers for that Big boned dude, but I'm quick to react I stay on it, grind hard for my children They gots to eat so Lecxs gotta keep building Everyday I wake, because the Lords willing To give me yet another chance to slay my inner villian Sometimes I pause, just to smell the roses And put the world on my shoulders just to feel its forces I stumble and get up, because the grind is gorgeous And I continue to dig deep so I can build my fortress My mind's crazy and it won't let me sleep So I wake up and work till my body just reeks Please step aside, let this beast be I'll cause a train wreck if ya mess with me Ya might think I'm off or a little outta wack If so keep ya distance or risk getting slapped My workshops a dungeon, with creativity on tap And like Charles Xavier, my mind can't be mapped It's Blaqman baby, what more can I say Underground soul, real like the O'Jays I won't back stab ya, I'll say it to ya face And since I'm underground, there won't be a trace [Chorus] You ain'ttttt, never heard of our style And we'reeee, gonna be here awhile Got chipped teeth, but we still smile Some of us father less but still fathered a child So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep So we Dig Deep, we Dig Deep