[prod. by Bij Lincs]
[Verse 1: Malakai]
Uh, Uh
Hold Up, Hold Up
We baking like soda
Bacon like pork products
Here come the shogun with no gun
Please I need seeds so I can sow some and grow some
We gruesome, please excuse us for these exclusives
Hocus pocus politics is fucking with my focus
Why can't I be humble and bragadocious
Yeah I deliver like the postage
Word, to your doorstep
Never shot a gun but I'm feeling like a war vet
Keep having flashbacks to the day I drop like the NASDAQ
I see my mother with her lunchbox
And her backpack, damn
It's funny thinking we we're both just children
So this poor man's dream is to make it to a million
They cop you a house on the beach when you can't reach the ceiling
So when we make it like the pilgrims
It'll be a fine thanksgiving, with chefs in the kitchen
Listen
[Hook: Azar & Malakai]
Get your mind right
We all make mistakes
But that's the beauty of hindsight
Leave them all behind and rewind this
Unsigned hype though we didn't get a goddamn mic
Lord knows that we should've been signed twice
And the mics all I see at night
Trying to dream through a goddamn pipe
And you don't know what that feels like
But tell if it feels right
You just tell us if this feels right
[Verse 2: Azar]
In this ice age I'm a frozen artist
Even headphones give me roaming charges
In my own apartment, I'm alone regardless (damn)
With my guard up
Hit by a comet and I'm still not star-struck, no
Cause you dudes don't impress me, dudes don't wow me
I could give a fuck about your video and South Beach
You should listen kids, this recession got me splitting cigs
Need money I'm forgetting what the mission is
So my nose all runny and my head's all swollen
You can keep ballin' Imma get the ball rolling, get the door open
Ground Up Sounds only movement and motion
Wait a few years you may lose your emotion
Find an addiction, cruise with the hopeless
That's why I never lose focus
Play for me
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Malakai]
Olly Olly Oxen free, Olly there's no stopping me
Commercially, they made a mockery of this hip-hopery, hypocrisy
Hips that I could be so far up in between
Never seen, fulfil my dreams or my prophecies
Of what I think that I could be, sure-shot lottery
Why would I be jerking you when all these fans are jocking me?
Allergic to corniness, whose rhymes are just
Fucking up my sinuses, stressed out I think I need a pint of it
Matter fact, double it, heighten it
Cop a handle and make a night of it
We writing it you just reciting it
Up in your chrysler, hopped up on vicodin
We burning and pillaging you stay up on some viking shit
All in together now we're on another level now
We dig it like a shovel now, never want to catch a trow [?]
Never want to catch a case, so I just Lebron James
Mike J fade away, crazier than bitches that wanted the fame
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Azar]
No backpack crap no soulful rap
This the very first time I'm supposed to rap
I don't owe you jack, but now you acting like I sold you crack
No HOV did that, thankfully I didn't go through that, shit
Man I used to play two sports, now I zone out weed in my new ports
Who are you to judge that? It was all a dream
Hanging pictures on my walls with some thumbtacks
But now I'm lost in this big scheme
Rail models who floss on the big screen (damn)
Just playing I can be my own boss like Springsteen
Think back in my thoughts gettin' tossed when I spring clean
Long time since my narrative was sloppy
Now I'm like a combo of Eric B and Rocky
Very thin line being arrogant and cocky
[Hook]
