Underdog
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Lyrics
Ay, ay Yo, okay All black Cadillac, I'd rather have a coupe I'mma get my mom a Range Rover, money coming soon I don't need a hit, on the radio, Payola been over Put me on the aux if I know ya Look, day spit hot and night cold like Arizona I thought I told ya, underdogs we taking over Hit hard with 1-2s that bring comas Colder, creme cola, bolder, king cobra ahh I'm the least represented, promoters they don't do shit Made my own sound, I'm trying to introduce it Others can try but they can't reproduce it Been knowing I'm the best, now it's time for me to prove it Rappers step but they ain't up for the test It's vengeance when you ain't considered the best Shoot for the sky, I'mma drive to the rim I'm trying to finish this quest Okay, look, told 'em give me like 10 minutes and it won't take long Spitting like I'm Max and Emmy chillin' with Jake long That hot stuff, cookin' like it's pasta Quarantine, hair long swinging like a Rasta, cut it LEN and RJ in traffic now that's a bucket bust it Uh, chuck it knuck it, uh Robatuss it, guess I'm sick of playin', I'm here to stay And if you delayin' when we on our way in I'm Super Saiyan like ahhh Told my boo 'k', fuck the roses When you're single you hit double doses She thinks she better off without me, the joke is She thinks that I'mma dwell, while I'm running show biz You tryna link? I'm tryna find my Zelda Bitches waste my time, getting wasted with a seltzer The girl bipolar so she got herself a white claw Tryna save the planet so she threw away her straw Okay the girl biracial so she argue with her white pa Said I rhyme sick need to wipe the pad off with Lysol Come up in the stu get it clappin' like cut the lights off Me and Len up in traffic like buss a right yah I'm cookin' up with the greatest and here's the dish Ya bars dangerously low, where's the stitch You might need a stitch, steppin' to us with no assist You would do the Kim impossible, that's the sitch yea Step to the stage I make others plea Wear bandanas, ain't no cap on me All these corner cutting rappers think that they can catch up with me It's drastically bad The biggest obsession is chasing the fad We can go out then come back to my pad I don't fuck with squares, cut from the same cloth You're all dressed in plaid If it's true that you keep on hating I'mma turn your face to a Picasso painting I suggest that you work on yourself Cause I don't wanna hear your ass complaining Nothing else matters, this track undefeated My track record would be clean if I competed Ain't gonna battle, I ain't that Conceited Your ass would be toast like my car seats was heated Everyone loves an underdog story
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:26
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 102 BPM