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...

Kushandbeatz Suckas