SpaceGhostPurrp - The Underground King
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{Verse 1}
This ain't no bullshit
This ain't no J.Cole, Rock And Roll
It's that raider shit
Coming from Downtown
Stacking my money down
You mix-tape rappers won't survive in the underground
Cause Space nigga is the Ghost
Fucking from coast to coast
Nigga don't learn
He'll get burn, like some french toast
Don't even get close
To me with that bullshit
Live your life slow
Or die fast from the bullet, bitch
Niggas they full of it
Acting like goons shit
How you a thug and its 2011, bitch?
Niggas can't get a job
Because of my President
Won't hire me cuz I'm black
And they prejudice
That's just irrelevant
That's why I wear all black
If I ain't a raider, bitch?
Then what do you call that?
They say that I'm underrated
They gettin' hot to the sound
Fuck all you wack rappers!
Who won't survive in the motherfucking underground
{Hook}:
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
Who won't survive to the underground
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
Who won't survive in the underground
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
Who won't survive in the underground
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
{Verse 2}
Trill, i got you
Jane, i got you
Mick, i got you
Lou, i got you too
And bitch, I'm from Miami
Where niggas stay dolo-olo, and never (?)
Cause niggas cut throat
Rest in piece, my nigga Jitt from 18th Block
Why he had to go?
And never wife a ho, If you like her
Cause If you ever skeet in that bitch
Then that's your life, bruh
You only got one life, bruh
Keep your head to the sky
With the joint and the lighter
So pull-up smokin harder
And cut this volume up
So yo ass could get higher (TOASTY!)
And I will not retire
Til the rap game, go back straight like a wire
So get high to my sounds
And tell these rappers
They won't survive in the motherfucking underground
{Outro}
Ay my nigga
I wanna give a motherfucking shoutout
To my motherfuckin little brother
Ladarius Frazer
Today is March 1st 2011
And my homie is in Heaven
Smilin' down, right now
Lookin at me right now
You proud of this shit right now?
Cause if you was here right now , we would be doing this shit right now
Wavvy Muney Jitt, YML Jitt , Ladarius nigga I love you bruh
Imma do this shit for you nigga, for real
You were at 18th block, he died on 18th, he be on that 7th street for life nigga
Cause he got the cops, he didn't knew that shit
What'up Markese man? Man what up kese bruh?
What's good bruh? Hold your keys nigga
You feel me
Junko, what's happenning cuzo?
OG for life, baby
I ain't gonna never forget where I grw up at, you feel me?
OG style baby
Rest in Piece love, the love of grandmother
Put your family first, you feel me?
Cuz if it ain't family, it ain't shit, for real
Know what I'm saying
And don't trust nobody
My nigga died March on 13th 2010
I wanna dedicate this song to Jitt baby, I love you bruh
Watch over me
I love you, did I told you that? Boy
{Verse 1}
This ain't no bullshit
This ain't no J.Cole, Rock And Roll
It's that raider shit
Coming from Downtown
Stacking my money down
You mix-tape rappers won't survive in the underground
Cause Space nigga is the Ghost
Fucking from coast to coast
Nigga don't learn
He'll get burn, like some french toast
Don't even get close
To me with that bullshit
Live your life slow
Or die fast from the bullet, bitch
Niggas they full of it
Acting like goons shit
How you a thug and its 2011, bitch?
Niggas can't get a job
Because of my President
Won't hire me cuz I'm black
And they prejudice
That's just irrelevant
That's why I wear all black
If I ain't a raider, bitch?
Then what do you call that?
They say that I'm underrated
They gettin' hot to the sound
Fuck all you wack rappers!
Who won't survive in the motherfucking underground
{Hook}:
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
Who won't survive to the underground
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
Who won't survive in the underground
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
Who won't survive in the underground
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
Ground, ground(hide down)
{Verse 2}
Trill, i got you
Jane, i got you
Mick, i got you
Lou, i got you too
And bitch, I'm from Miami
Where niggas stay dolo-olo, and never (?)
Cause niggas cut throat
Rest in piece, my nigga Jitt from 18th Block
Why he had to go?
And never wife a ho, If you like her
Cause If you ever skeet in that bitch
Then that's your life, bruh
You only got one life, bruh
Keep your head to the sky
With the joint and the lighter
So pull-up smokin harder
And cut this volume up
So yo ass could get higher (TOASTY!)
And I will not retire
Til the rap game, go back straight like a wire
So get high to my sounds
And tell these rappers
They won't survive in the motherfucking underground
{Outro}
Ay my nigga
I wanna give a motherfucking shoutout
To my motherfuckin little brother
Ladarius Frazer
Today is March 1st 2011
And my homie is in Heaven
Smilin' down, right now
Lookin at me right now
You proud of this shit right now?
Cause if you was here right now , we would be doing this shit right now
Wavvy Muney Jitt, YML Jitt , Ladarius nigga I love you bruh
Imma do this shit for you nigga, for real
You were at 18th block, he died on 18th, he be on that 7th street for life nigga
Cause he got the cops, he didn't knew that shit
What'up Markese man? Man what up kese bruh?
What's good bruh? Hold your keys nigga
You feel me
Junko, what's happenning cuzo?
OG for life, baby
I ain't gonna never forget where I grw up at, you feel me?
OG style baby
Rest in Piece love, the love of grandmother
Put your family first, you feel me?
Cuz if it ain't family, it ain't shit, for real
Know what I'm saying
And don't trust nobody
My nigga died March on 13th 2010
I wanna dedicate this song to Jitt baby, I love you bruh
Watch over me
I love you, did I told you that? Boy
