They told me to put my back into it
Well, give me the pen cause I'm back into it
Rap's ruined, guess I'm here to finish the carnage
And whatever's not ash just discard it as garbage
Spitting hard shit, petrified turds
I hate you bumpin' soulja boy, it gets on my nerves
So

Dipping into a pool that's full of fools with nothing to say
Stepping inside the booth, these dudes praying for luck on the page
Flipping their flows, you know the only go a couple of ways
Pulling in droves of hoes, fancy clothes, hustling yay
Lyrical dynamite, cypher raw, bustin

A devil in the flame, finger in the fire
Hand on the stove, leave a lingering desire
Dance with the devil, wrestle with the beast
Blessing from a sinner, confession from a priest

Step up on the sheets, lesson for today
Heat up in the moment come second to the pain
Packi

I could tell you this, but you know it goes without saying
So I reminisce and all my thoughts just keep on playing
I don’t wanna think about this, there’s some other kind of daydream
So fall away with me

This is a love song, this is for all y’all
Who shower us with your lov

[Hook: Ubiquitous]
I want my motherfucking money, service is rendered
Fuck a check, return it to sender
Give me mine and they gonna tender
Mister manager, the venue is filled with capacity
Check the door box, count my percentage and get that to me

Fuck me, fuck me on th

Want to play the beat, I moved up the ladder and I lay the heat,
I do what I do every day of the week and even improve in the booth where I’m paid to speak.
Fuck you say to me, when you play in the bench you can take with ease
But I’m thinking that they like me, J Dupri.
And I’m

I'm in a go for the gusto, plus nobody gotta beat on 'em, I'mma let y'all know
The snake and the bat are back up in the building, comin' a body every show
When I wet that flow, out of the midi, comin' to get that dough
Klick-clack bang, I'mma let that go, creppin' I step in the dough

This is my playground
And I don't play around
I bust a grammar Glock and leave em lying face down
Ubi coming right behind me with that trait now
Any n every enemy better black his face out
Put em on, most pessimistic when pushing this
Pen-point accuracy, thundering to get

I give a
Fuck what you've heard about
My Cru's in the streets, through word-of-mouth
My block they shopping the curb for couches
And Poppin the locks off of urban houses WHILE
Y'all rocking them urban outfits
Move till you drop, and they serving ounces
Dressed hella c

Damn, I forgot to do something..
Oh yeah, it ain't over, motherfuckers

Could it be they don't really know me?
I don't care, fuck you blow me
I'mma get it right for the showing
Can't nobody call me
Out I'm a vet round here, y'all stuck in the middle like money
Cut wi

Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me, give me, give me, give me the juice

Another day in the life, no time for play I'm tryin' to cake,
High stakes survival, increasing my fire rate
Eyes dilated, aim my sight fly straight
If I ever want my record to see the light of

Look at the way they're hating on us
Like we got a deal already, steady as we go
I could have been the one to tell 'em that we didn't
But it's hit and go, yeah get a dose
Ces in the building, better be gone 'fore we blow the roof off of this M.F'er
I don't wanna get sidetrack

[Hook: Ces Cru]
Down, down, d-down, d-d-down (what)
Down, down, d-down, d-d-down (what)
When I, touch ground the countdown's up (lookin')
Down, down, d-down, d-d-down (WHAT!)

Down, down, d-down, d-d-down (what)
Down, down, d-down, d-d-down (what)
Y'all done fuck aro

CES CRU music coming up out your speaker
the devils in the mirror prayin to God scrubbing his features
he came a hell of the way battling squads murdering features,
in the way that he's been doing it makes it hard for niggas to keep her,
they might be local for ever but tech swoo

Hustle and meditate, headed for some better day.
Hustle and meditate, headed for some better day.
Hustle and meditate, headed for some better day.
Fuck whatever they say, suckers hate, well let them hate.

Okay, shake that ass, ho, you don’t want to blow your chance.
I don’t

I can't kill em enough, my camp can't call it
Spike the punch, counselor alcoholic
Brain like an abyss, blow that cancer
Get locked for killing a can can dancer
Can't stop the villian, I'm feeling myself now
Running a couple of times, I'm feeling myself out
Fuck, better y

For sure, you know we came up alone
And now we’ve grown, I pay up, I was a straight up unknown
Now I’m blown, my name is my own way of a stone
Super gravy, dude, I’m ready for every state in my zone player
Haters atorn, you’re rapping grave on my bones
Y’all can fade to black

What up?
What up? What up? What up?
What up? It's-

What up? It's been a while, feels like we're losing touch
Cause you don't ever write me, too busy doing stuff
We used to be the tightest, thick as a band of thieves
I watch my life evolve away for you to answer me
S

They try to play me close
Well keep your lady safe
Hoppin' the way we go
I'm super fly, aviate
Made for the radio
Feel my vibe radiate
Made for the radio
Feel my vibe radiate

They try to eat us up
They like the way we taste
They wanna trade me places

I've been lied to, bust out
Passed over and cussed out
Now I'm up nights
Strugglin' to keep it in the uprights
No touchdown
I've been,
Been high but I cut down
Had to calm down
Tryin' to stay sane
Got up in the game, it affected my brain
Now I feel like I'