Intro Its 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 its not me, then who? It cant be the crew, so bitch you better tell me who? You feel the pain from every drop of rain So you cant maintain yo bodys frame What a damn shame So in my name, I maintain my own lane, just to get the money mane Do you understand? No fuckin filler, you feel it now? if you aint wit it you trippin Im grippin and pimpin the pimpin but never limpin You see the glisten? Now pay attention Its the underdog hangin wit the top cats Rollin to the hi hat Rollin wit a snapback Just to get my money rack Can you fuckin 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 dlow. We lethal, but loyal Underground King bitch, yes im royal Bout to rap it up, but no tin foil Im cordial, wont bore you Wit all that I adore you Type of shit Or that I love you type of shit Im chuckin up the deuces no pun to the shit But I got a knack to murder tracks, and never back The same way or the same day. Is that ok? Perfection is what Im trynna achieve, do you believe? That luxury, is all I see Tell me please. Dont lie to me Cus seriously, you wont be seein another D...A.Y Dont ask why. Screamin Haan like Kai When we all drive by. And thats no lie I do it all for Chi. Oh me oh my I just killed this shit So that means I stacked about another brick Cus we the shit
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