Tanya Morgan - So Damn Down lyrics

[Intro] Good evening ladies and gentlemen Thank you for coming out tonight To join me and my friends, the Rap Pack Von Martin, Donny Davis Jr., and myself, old Brown Eyes [Verse 1] (?) with the backpack But there's no mobsters, champagne, or stacks So if you think that I Live it like a tie Put down the rap books and take a look into my eyes All that I can give to you (?) The fans say I'm not feeling you I'm better off un-digable You sort of get the boo And (?) critical And easily forgetting you And now the fans are feeling ooh But when the temperature rise And you get a little flame Get a little fame They didn't wanna know you Now they wanna know your middle name Hot damn how'd I get into this game I complain about this, complain about that But its no turning back from the grind ‘Till I make what's mine I've already made my mind up Now its time to climb up The shine high up in the sky Sunrise [Hook] Don't hate my crew ‘Cause we get so damn down Yes, so damn down (x2) [Verse 2] I got the gift of gab But having swag isn't dissing me You ain't saying jack Word to Questo, (?), and them They play the tape when we was Moonlighting Or more like when we Ain't no know better than Hoping shows get to them like no dose medicine Open doors, let us in The game ain't a gentleman Even see a veteran and wonder what it did to him Listen All God need is us three Life's a party Yall I.D.'d but not we And probably Still online while I'm grinding Logged on while my lungs (?) I'm loving the hate That's just how we relate Let the fans on you critics I ain't trying to debate On demand, so you get it automatic, no wait Damn downs how I get when there's a lot on my plate [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Von Pea] See this go around I'm going around any obstacle And giving the popsicle to critics and hospitable women See I could use that as a diss Or use that as a gift that comes after a kiss I can slay ya mafia style Or slay ya like (?) Horse head in the bed, soon as she's waking up When Von's on the mic, lyricism ain't a issue Soon as I write it down they write it up Simple I used to get paid by the week Never got paid by the streets Now I get paid by the beats That's a fancy way to say I'm broke as hell These rappers man They your Myspace (?) quick But ask for a dollar and its “Man that's a grip” I be right back Thank God I can jog while (?) the track ‘Cause I'm the main one that know what to say on the track So we out [Hook] (x4) [Outro] Is this thing on Hey (?) let the beat ride out (?) let the beat ride out Hey I said hey Just let the beat ride out We gonna let the beat ride out This is Brooklynati You can do it however you wanna do Whether you like it or not Don't hate my crew ‘Cause we be so damn down So damn Don't…my…'cause…so… We gonna let the beat ride out Uh, uh, huh Listening to Brooklynati And you can do it however you wanna do Are we there yet?