Lyrics to Underdog
I never focused on the right things
Now I'm changing, I'm embracing all that life brings
We gon' make it, so quit selling me your pipe dreams
You can save it, I ain't hating, I'm just saying time is wasted
Let's get it, more robbing the sex business
So what am I explaining(?)
Had to let them go, can't follow the sex with 'em
A bunch of (???) and bringing the stress with 'em
Looking around, like who is my next victim?
Just a young boy with a father who lacked wisdom
Preacher couldn't save him, immune to the baptism
Had nowhere to turn, had to learn to be a man
With my family on my mind and a fourty in my pants
I was never thuggy, just had it for protection
Er'body have a weapon, killing people like it's nothing
Disguising, like what am I supposed to do?
Why we even here if only God knows the truth?
I came in the game as a hundred of 'em, still dead
Pissed at all this funny music, try to get the real back
Psychic said at 20-14 I'll make a mill flat
So I'm going hard with more barns that a pill pack
Ill raps, they like hoop up together
Tryna get so many practical things, my tooth brush is missing
Don't get (???)
I grew up a screw up, my crew up and winnin'
Never getting it, so shout out YOUNG when it deal 'em
Fly high nation is the language, that how we do
Beating on these candy wrappers, think I gotta stink too
Wait 'til you hear my album, this is just a preview
Now I'm changing, I'm embracing all that life brings
We gon' make it, so quit selling me your pipe dreams
You can save it, I ain't hating, I'm just saying time is wasted
Let's get it, more robbing the sex business
So what am I explaining(?)
Had to let them go, can't follow the sex with 'em
A bunch of (???) and bringing the stress with 'em
Looking around, like who is my next victim?
Just a young boy with a father who lacked wisdom
Preacher couldn't save him, immune to the baptism
Had nowhere to turn, had to learn to be a man
With my family on my mind and a fourty in my pants
I was never thuggy, just had it for protection
Er'body have a weapon, killing people like it's nothing
Disguising, like what am I supposed to do?
Why we even here if only God knows the truth?
I came in the game as a hundred of 'em, still dead
Pissed at all this funny music, try to get the real back
Psychic said at 20-14 I'll make a mill flat
So I'm going hard with more barns that a pill pack
Ill raps, they like hoop up together
Tryna get so many practical things, my tooth brush is missing
Don't get (???)
I grew up a screw up, my crew up and winnin'
Never getting it, so shout out YOUNG when it deal 'em
Fly high nation is the language, that how we do
Beating on these candy wrappers, think I gotta stink too
Wait 'til you hear my album, this is just a preview
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