[Intro:]
Uh!
Let's get it
[Verse 1:]
These haters tryna knock me down like the twin towers
Put you underground they go send flowers
I'm heavy that's probly why your men sour
The chevy ain't fucking with the benz power
You go sign a hitlist if you don't mid your business
End up dead the feds won't find a witness
I'm tryna get it all ain't no time to chill
I'm independent but I ball like I signed a deal
I'm on a grind for mil so I can cease tax
And relax it for them niggas bumping G bax
And cutting birds moving yae in the bundles
And fuck the suburbs I was raised in the jungle
Deep in the game is the gang and the mob
Can't get a job so we slang and we rob
We cash cheques and blast tecs
Shout out to Paragraph and Aspects
[Chorus:]
They try to keep me down they never succeed
I always find a way back to ma feet
It's me against the world and it's always been
And ma hands they always dirty they never clean
[Repeat]
[Verse 2:]
You can never keep me down only way is to kill me
I will be, filthy rich homie you will see
But for now hustle hard to get ma paper up
They more we succeed the more these bitches hating us
They can never keep me down always find ma way back
Killers always stay strapped catch you where you stay at
So go ahead and hate us show us where your grave at
Leave you relaxed in these streets homie laid back
You in the jungle where a bundle can mean your life
With cops killing kids out here they don't leave you right
Now I could barely read or write when I first saw death
Now we they new generation and we all that's left
Sure we slanging bout the stretch and fucking pie holes
Gotta eat in these streets dog it's survival
Doing what I gotta do here each and eveyday
Even if it means that we have to push the heavy weight
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm heavy in the game I ain't gonna lie
Ma shit is tipping off the scales I live a gudda life
Everywhere I got I get the block high
I'm from a city where you see a lot of Glocks rise
Purple blunts both ma hands full of cash and grams
Posted up i'm making grands chopping up the corner stands
Pushing weight like God damn yeah I got alot fam
Bumps in ma pockets when i'm standing losing my pants
Getting stash cause i'm putting in work
I'm on the grind everyday for whatever it's worth
Hell yeah, I won't stop till i'm dead in the dirt
Making big moves left and while your feelings get hurt
Hefty with ma [?]
Shut the fuck up or you get slapped out of it
Cause I don't have time for your bullshit bucket
My advice to you is don't even bother start it