Verse 1 - #Database

Hold up, tell lil' mama roll up

Meet us at the show because we the next ones to go up (go up)

All the hommies raw everybody say we gone blow up, (blow up )

That’s why I'm writing that fire fine

Print on the line, no one telling me where to sign

I call that winning, no I ain’t grinning, I’m beginning to perfect my styling

Yea I be wylin' every now an like I'm on the island

Rhyming, I never throw the towel in

You can catch me bowing, end of my set turn up in Auen

Big money we counting, then hit the liquor store on mountain

I call my accountant, tell her I need a quarter-pound of that sticky melodic

She say she got it, so I get it, that private exotic

Make me reminisce and think about how it all started

At Rock the Bells and on my mind was a classic installment

TEP1, JR, Causmic, TRW, all the hommies were on it

So I gotta perform it

Hook -TRW / #Database

Baby let me know

Let me know

Baby let me know

Let me know now

Verse 2 - TRW

Hands to the sky if you rep that

You could never fail, it's just setbacks

You can't bring no scales where you rest at

You ain't got no paper, where your desk at?

Less fax, slow down baby you gotta wet that

5 star sound, codeine coated

I dream with the Moleskin open

My thing get the Blue Dream roll it

That's everything to me

She got vanity, bookings

I think insanities looking

Art of a war monger, I was writing these poems of peace and they all conquered

Shit was timeless a year ago, every time and its bonkers

Every time in the concert

Spitting my life's pain

Stuck in a light reign

I marathon and I bomb -- pray Boston

Proceed, crazy I seen my city in need in the same way

Armed to the tee in a bomber and tee

Olajuwon at his peak, this the drama that bleeds

Role models was no college

The bold, honest niggas in Foamposites, an old Honda

A couple keys in the seats

Gotta survive on the street

To escape this Section 8 zone that I zone out of

A lone house on a block in the middle of Stone Mountain

Alone, counting the ways I could get radio plays

But I'd rather be myself, don't be a slave to the day

I'll toast to anyone who's devoted, fuck them niggas they over

Hook

Verse 3 - #Database

OK, its DB/ im writing freely/ Like im graffiti

Spraying on the wall its

No not the tallest, but im flawless

Even every part is, who would of thought it Would be easy

But we work the hardest

Verse 4 - TRW

To be them authors, the Don Dadas

My shot is water, it must be awkward

To have to always be a target of Marcellus Wallace

All these girls working somebody get 'em a hardhat

All these herbs acting somebody give 'em a call back

Tarmac, been fly since a nigga needed a hall pass

Now I post up with a passport, imported cash

Now I twist up with DB, we use to go to school scheme on the freaks

What you know about OZs every week

Verse 5 - #Database

What you know about them seasonal peaks

Hi-lows, no sleeping for weeks

SLABS coming in I'm keeping cheap

The bags looking like a pillow

You sleep

Verse 6 - TRW

Pitch it through sleet, repeat

Tribulations and all

Defibulator(s) involved for debilitated and scarred

Illustrated response to the song of the siren

I belong in the triumph

Just a heart of lion climbing along Zion defiant

Outro

Niggas talking that Heisman

I don't hear it, reclining

In the back of my iris

In the back of my eyelids

I see the ???

All that repeated violence

All the repeated violence

All I see are the tyrants

All I see are the tyrants

All I see is tyrants

All I see it tyrants