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
