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Coming from the underground
they won't let me out
my hair to nappy
want me to shut my mouth
you to happy ..
what u smiling bout
uncle Sam still
got my niggas in the fucking drout
stress out above the clouds
riding thro ghost town
I don't care for these bars
but here's another round
of that good shit
I know you tired of that
money hoes & clothes
and how they get it
underground don't be bullshitting
I live for music
so I'm getting to it
I need it
fuck it I wanted
shed days i stayed blunted
curving hoes for flows
I stayed fronting
told me that I'm good for nothing
but these beats for beat for something
wanted me to beat for nothing
never had a full house
always bluffing
grinding while she cuffing
while I'm timing the percussion
learning while they party
at different functions
3 years with the same constructions
my motto is fuck it
but everything look well constructed
my clan in the front
to bring the ruckas
nothing else to say but...
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