[Intro: Austin Simmon]
Quick lil', uh- advice for
People tryna pursue their dreams
Invest in yourself
You won't regret it, ayy
[Verse 1: Enkay47 & Prime Society]
Yeah, I run the game, I just thought that you should know
I've been walkin' through the rain, but I do not need a coat
Even though I'm gettin' high, I've been feelin' hella low
All my haters yellin' "Stop!" I don't care, I'm 'bout to go
Yeah, I'm passin', though, like Monopoly
Pass my goals like a prodigy, there's no slowin' or stoppin' me
I'm just focused, and constantly, foes are showin' [?]
Now I'm gettin' ass like I'm the doctor of colonoscopies
Yeah, I'm at the point in my life
Where I can charge a grand just to put somebody in thе grave with they own song
Now they tеll me that it's great, and then I'm like "So long!"
Then I never talk to 'em again, I've got my ghost on
Yeah, I'm in the gym, I'm feelin' so strong
I ain't vegetarian- I've got my roast on
When I'm inside of the booth, I'm makin' more songs
I'm about to go on tour, dawg ([?] shit)
[Verse 2: Prime Society]
Uh
Real nigga, don't even carry my baggage
I'm so in tune with my channels, I just block out the static
I hear reviews about your crew, this shit disgustin' me, tragic
You just cappin', they don't wanna see you rap like you maddened
Boy, it's dangerous to play games wit' us, fuck nigga gotta know he ain't gangin' up
When we hangin' out, she ain't hangin' up, she beg me to hit and you paid to fuck
My nigga, dang, ooh, we is not the same
I'm pullin' up from thirty-seven just to end the game
I watch it go in, now round up your friends and get to steppin'
And if they tried to jump me, pray to God- I brought my weapon
Yeah, fly as Booker T, leave wit' your girl, she look at me
You know I keep some crooks with me, at least until we make it out
They ain't carry weight, I'm pushin' plates, you gotta pay me now
Got my lil' baby ridin' in that new Mercedes now
Let me hit it once and watch her ask if I can stay up, wow
Heard they said runnin' my city, I gotta take the crown, ho
[Verse 3: Duane Jackson & Austin Simmon]
Yeah, I do it a lot, I got it, I've noticed
I'm the greatest, I don't care about plays, I'm poppin', I know it
Anybody in my way'll get dropped, the ops should've noticed
I'm the option, ain't no logic, I swear to god, I've been chosen
But by swearin', I'm swearin' to me, I'm heir to [deceit/the seed?]
I'm clearly the [?], I'm the person you fear in your sleep
I ain't gon' lose, ain't no care to retreat, I stare at defeat
In the face and tell it "I'm that nigga that's here for your screams"
This is lockdown, this is what it's 'bout now
So if you think there's pressure, nigga, wait until that clock sounds
You might see me creepin' 'round the block, file, late night
Take flight or you finna get knocked out
This is where we do it at, this is why you truly cap
This is why everything about you like a movie stat
I came into this game to win, so I ain't gon' lose to that (Ace!)
I'm goin' to the top, I'll be that profit that you used to have (Let's get it)
[Verse 4: Austin Simmon]
[?], you niggas actin' a fool
I'm actually cool, got 'em stiff like what mannequins do
A passionate dude wit' a knack for attackin' the rules
On tracks, I blackout, 'cause my heart's darker than an African bruise (Haha)
Got the moves like Mick Jagger and sharper than four daggers
So worthy, I could beat Thor's ass with his own Hammer, huh
In the booth, I spazz, while I'm pursuin' the cash (Woo)
Keep it movin', doofus, I do [?] for last
After I shoot you, call a truce, I got the juice and the swag
You dudes actin' like bitches 'cause your music's a drag, haha (Haha)
Austin Simmon, I'm awesome wit' it, y'all awful spittin'
Thanos with the snappin', and have the planet apocalyptic (Yeah)
They say "Your raps are corny, guap there is unreachable"
That argument has no leg to stand on, like Geodude
Plus, I'm the type to get violent about my skrilla
My fists are laxatives, the way they beat the shit out of niggas
Nigga, easy
[Interlude: Austin Simmon]
"Yo"
Yo
"I-I think you should rap fast
That's what these kids are into nowadays, you know what I mean?"
You right, but everyone was supposed to put in sixteen bars
And I already did my sixteen-bar verse
"Well, it's your song, like-"
Mm, you know what? You-You right
Okay, run it back, run it back
[Verse 5: Austin Simmon]
Okay, I'm the guy that's steppin' all up in the buildin'
They buildin' up my enterprise
Niggas surprised, inspiring others to better their lives
Is my inner prize
Okay, like Samad, you know I'm a savage
I rap and do damage, my [clique/clip?] is bananas
And we got no manners, Danny need a Phantom
And three hoes and a bag, like Santa
Oh my God, [?]
Ludacris, bitch, get out my way
I'm jus' tryna get the money today (Skrrt)
Came a long way from minimum wage (Uh)
I don't talk about foreplay
When I say that I'm eating up all of you pussies ([?])
I'm far from a rookie, no jersey
But makin' sure that y'all be comin' up shorter than Snooki, nigga!
[Verse 6: Samad Savage]
I do this 'til my mind is gone
Ain't no other options, I feel it in my body's bones
Had no one to lean on, [and/ain't?] got two cups of Styrofoam
Nobody would listen, so I talked to a microphone
Better not tell me where I belong, elevated on my own
Never leavin' from the top like I spit it off the dome
I was jumpin' off the porch, you was sittin' in your home
You was tryna take shots that you spittin' from the chrome, pew (Yeah! Byow!)
But you was missin', you could never hit him
Come through quick, then I'm gone (Skrrt)
So much money, I became it
That explains why I've been alone (Hahahaha)
You could never understand my hustlin'
Now girls treat me like they tummy in pictures: they suck it in (Skoodwidit!)
I'm a real thing and these other niggas jus' supplements
I'm a businessman, treat the strap like a shirt and tuck it in
Huh, you know the vibes
That is all that matter like Black lives
Do it the biggest, I got the wrong slides ([?])
They say I'm fly, but I call it the glide ([?])
You don't [?] in the air while you fear to compare
Turn the speakers up 'til it blare in your ear
You don't need to ever interfere with Samad and Austin Simmons, but (Aah—)
It's cool that they often skippin', 'cause (—Ooh!)
[Verse 7: Hard Target]
Yeah, yeah
What? What? Let me get the mic and do my thing
Even now and then, I feel compelled to bring it on back like a boomerang
Who's insane? (You insane) Better shut your mouth like Pootie Tang
I've been known to ruin things, rockin' out like Hoobastank
[?] flow to the Hoover Dam, copped this bag, then I shoot your man
40 'bout to leave a hole 'bout the size of a tuna can
(Stupid man) Go in, go in, go in- watch me do my dance
Ridin' on you bitches, look, mama- I-I don't use my hands
I'm a monster, you should see my concerts
(I get drunk as hell and rock the stage) Ayy-Ayy, I need a sponsor
If [?] is the king, I'm stompin' Jays in some Converse
If you ain't talkin' cream, there's no reason we should converse
I'm a jerk, kinda like your baby mama [?]
If lift you like a forklift, I'm just saying, you've been forewarned
This 45'll surely fire and start a fight like [Coraline?]
So high, I feel like my head is floatin', just like Zordon
[Verse 8: Crypt, Hard Target & Crypt]
It's morphin' time (Woo)
Ain't talkin' no Power Rangers (Nah)
Beat a motherfucker 'til he turn to multitude of colors
Like a bag of Now & Laters (Buck-buck-buck!)
Punchin' every portion of haters
Gorgin' myself, Lord, I adore what you made, 'cause I'm more amazin'
The war and the pain I adored when I pour into the page (Oh—)
And record that straight (—Shit!)
'Cause now, I'm beastin' at the top
Call me King Kong, but I won't drop
I'll keep feastin' on my pot
While you creepin' on what I got
'Cause you won't ever get what I have (Nope)
Bitch, you touchy like an iPad (Haha)
Cut off all my dead weight
Had to trim the fat like gastric bypass (Ugh!)
So wake up and smell the limelight (inhale through nose)
Take no rappin' skills that I like (No)
Features that deny me, now be askin'
Me if they can buy back (What?)
My rhyme pad, but then I laugh (No, haha)
'Cause they see the bag that I rack (Bitch)
Wanna be on my raps (Nope)
But I beat them on every beat, like a high hat (Tss-tss-tss-tss, tss-tss-tss-tss)
Takin' pictures of my enemies
That I'd beat in a fight (Bitch)
Put them on a page
And call that shit the scrapbook of life (Yes sir)
You bitches think that you're a star
But you got it backwards- you're rats (Uh-huh)
So step inside my maze and get tamed
And chase this cheese that's on my traps (Ooh!)
[Verse 9: D.I.L.E.M.A.]
Been on game, but y'all deny the lectures
Now it's Keto diets, 'cause I apply the pressure
Yo, my name hold weight because I eat at night
It's hard to get this weight off your shoulder without no sleep in sight
See, I'm workin' on workin' out a new recipe
That's a bossy chef wit' a personal trainer specialty
And I don't want no smoke, but, nigga, fire it up
Runnin' up on me get you off-track and tired as fuck
Real leader, you cheerleaders with pom-poms
Make me laugh at how you show love, just like a romcom
Dum-dums get [?] and spun dizzy
Straight housin' niggas, I clean up, no bums wit' me
If you hear the rumors and that shit don't come from me
Don't you try to come for me, [?] try to come for me
Life been a lot better since I cut off the fake
We ain't been in touch, nigga? Just know it's not a mistake
[Verse 10: Clockwise]
Game-time, we in the limelight
Haters throwin' shade 'cause we shine bright
I got my mind right, I got my swag straight
Hate on everything, [?] figure eight
Shoot my shot, I feel Steph, and [?] most definite
Call the shots so you can say reffin' it, it's excellence
Ricky Bobby, watch me fly past, you're not first, you're last
Triple aged, off the top, rope a higher pedigree
Feel like I'm a Blood 'cause you could never see me
Take [?] shots with the full clips, so don't slip, it's a long way down
I'm goin' to hell myself, but I took the long way around
Guess you could say, either way, it was goin' down, this is my town
I came straight off the block like the cell game
Now I take aims so I can take claims
To my rightful place, smack 'em in the face
Y'all [?] Rick James of darkness, I'm heartless
Now, become a target
Better step back like James Harden
I'm what the game's been missin'
Open up your ears and listen
You heard?
Quick lil', uh- advice for
People tryna pursue their dreams
Invest in yourself
You won't regret it, ayy
[Verse 1: Enkay47 & Prime Society]
Yeah, I run the game, I just thought that you should know
I've been walkin' through the rain, but I do not need a coat
Even though I'm gettin' high, I've been feelin' hella low
All my haters yellin' "Stop!" I don't care, I'm 'bout to go
Yeah, I'm passin', though, like Monopoly
Pass my goals like a prodigy, there's no slowin' or stoppin' me
I'm just focused, and constantly, foes are showin' [?]
Now I'm gettin' ass like I'm the doctor of colonoscopies
Yeah, I'm at the point in my life
Where I can charge a grand just to put somebody in thе grave with they own song
Now they tеll me that it's great, and then I'm like "So long!"
Then I never talk to 'em again, I've got my ghost on
Yeah, I'm in the gym, I'm feelin' so strong
I ain't vegetarian- I've got my roast on
When I'm inside of the booth, I'm makin' more songs
I'm about to go on tour, dawg ([?] shit)
[Verse 2: Prime Society]
Uh
Real nigga, don't even carry my baggage
I'm so in tune with my channels, I just block out the static
I hear reviews about your crew, this shit disgustin' me, tragic
You just cappin', they don't wanna see you rap like you maddened
Boy, it's dangerous to play games wit' us, fuck nigga gotta know he ain't gangin' up
When we hangin' out, she ain't hangin' up, she beg me to hit and you paid to fuck
My nigga, dang, ooh, we is not the same
I'm pullin' up from thirty-seven just to end the game
I watch it go in, now round up your friends and get to steppin'
And if they tried to jump me, pray to God- I brought my weapon
Yeah, fly as Booker T, leave wit' your girl, she look at me
You know I keep some crooks with me, at least until we make it out
They ain't carry weight, I'm pushin' plates, you gotta pay me now
Got my lil' baby ridin' in that new Mercedes now
Let me hit it once and watch her ask if I can stay up, wow
Heard they said runnin' my city, I gotta take the crown, ho
[Verse 3: Duane Jackson & Austin Simmon]
Yeah, I do it a lot, I got it, I've noticed
I'm the greatest, I don't care about plays, I'm poppin', I know it
Anybody in my way'll get dropped, the ops should've noticed
I'm the option, ain't no logic, I swear to god, I've been chosen
But by swearin', I'm swearin' to me, I'm heir to [deceit/the seed?]
I'm clearly the [?], I'm the person you fear in your sleep
I ain't gon' lose, ain't no care to retreat, I stare at defeat
In the face and tell it "I'm that nigga that's here for your screams"
This is lockdown, this is what it's 'bout now
So if you think there's pressure, nigga, wait until that clock sounds
You might see me creepin' 'round the block, file, late night
Take flight or you finna get knocked out
This is where we do it at, this is why you truly cap
This is why everything about you like a movie stat
I came into this game to win, so I ain't gon' lose to that (Ace!)
I'm goin' to the top, I'll be that profit that you used to have (Let's get it)
[Verse 4: Austin Simmon]
[?], you niggas actin' a fool
I'm actually cool, got 'em stiff like what mannequins do
A passionate dude wit' a knack for attackin' the rules
On tracks, I blackout, 'cause my heart's darker than an African bruise (Haha)
Got the moves like Mick Jagger and sharper than four daggers
So worthy, I could beat Thor's ass with his own Hammer, huh
In the booth, I spazz, while I'm pursuin' the cash (Woo)
Keep it movin', doofus, I do [?] for last
After I shoot you, call a truce, I got the juice and the swag
You dudes actin' like bitches 'cause your music's a drag, haha (Haha)
Austin Simmon, I'm awesome wit' it, y'all awful spittin'
Thanos with the snappin', and have the planet apocalyptic (Yeah)
They say "Your raps are corny, guap there is unreachable"
That argument has no leg to stand on, like Geodude
Plus, I'm the type to get violent about my skrilla
My fists are laxatives, the way they beat the shit out of niggas
Nigga, easy
[Interlude: Austin Simmon]
"Yo"
Yo
"I-I think you should rap fast
That's what these kids are into nowadays, you know what I mean?"
You right, but everyone was supposed to put in sixteen bars
And I already did my sixteen-bar verse
"Well, it's your song, like-"
Mm, you know what? You-You right
Okay, run it back, run it back
[Verse 5: Austin Simmon]
Okay, I'm the guy that's steppin' all up in the buildin'
They buildin' up my enterprise
Niggas surprised, inspiring others to better their lives
Is my inner prize
Okay, like Samad, you know I'm a savage
I rap and do damage, my [clique/clip?] is bananas
And we got no manners, Danny need a Phantom
And three hoes and a bag, like Santa
Oh my God, [?]
Ludacris, bitch, get out my way
I'm jus' tryna get the money today (Skrrt)
Came a long way from minimum wage (Uh)
I don't talk about foreplay
When I say that I'm eating up all of you pussies ([?])
I'm far from a rookie, no jersey
But makin' sure that y'all be comin' up shorter than Snooki, nigga!
[Verse 6: Samad Savage]
I do this 'til my mind is gone
Ain't no other options, I feel it in my body's bones
Had no one to lean on, [and/ain't?] got two cups of Styrofoam
Nobody would listen, so I talked to a microphone
Better not tell me where I belong, elevated on my own
Never leavin' from the top like I spit it off the dome
I was jumpin' off the porch, you was sittin' in your home
You was tryna take shots that you spittin' from the chrome, pew (Yeah! Byow!)
But you was missin', you could never hit him
Come through quick, then I'm gone (Skrrt)
So much money, I became it
That explains why I've been alone (Hahahaha)
You could never understand my hustlin'
Now girls treat me like they tummy in pictures: they suck it in (Skoodwidit!)
I'm a real thing and these other niggas jus' supplements
I'm a businessman, treat the strap like a shirt and tuck it in
Huh, you know the vibes
That is all that matter like Black lives
Do it the biggest, I got the wrong slides ([?])
They say I'm fly, but I call it the glide ([?])
You don't [?] in the air while you fear to compare
Turn the speakers up 'til it blare in your ear
You don't need to ever interfere with Samad and Austin Simmons, but (Aah—)
It's cool that they often skippin', 'cause (—Ooh!)
[Verse 7: Hard Target]
Yeah, yeah
What? What? Let me get the mic and do my thing
Even now and then, I feel compelled to bring it on back like a boomerang
Who's insane? (You insane) Better shut your mouth like Pootie Tang
I've been known to ruin things, rockin' out like Hoobastank
[?] flow to the Hoover Dam, copped this bag, then I shoot your man
40 'bout to leave a hole 'bout the size of a tuna can
(Stupid man) Go in, go in, go in- watch me do my dance
Ridin' on you bitches, look, mama- I-I don't use my hands
I'm a monster, you should see my concerts
(I get drunk as hell and rock the stage) Ayy-Ayy, I need a sponsor
If [?] is the king, I'm stompin' Jays in some Converse
If you ain't talkin' cream, there's no reason we should converse
I'm a jerk, kinda like your baby mama [?]
If lift you like a forklift, I'm just saying, you've been forewarned
This 45'll surely fire and start a fight like [Coraline?]
So high, I feel like my head is floatin', just like Zordon
[Verse 8: Crypt, Hard Target & Crypt]
It's morphin' time (Woo)
Ain't talkin' no Power Rangers (Nah)
Beat a motherfucker 'til he turn to multitude of colors
Like a bag of Now & Laters (Buck-buck-buck!)
Punchin' every portion of haters
Gorgin' myself, Lord, I adore what you made, 'cause I'm more amazin'
The war and the pain I adored when I pour into the page (Oh—)
And record that straight (—Shit!)
'Cause now, I'm beastin' at the top
Call me King Kong, but I won't drop
I'll keep feastin' on my pot
While you creepin' on what I got
'Cause you won't ever get what I have (Nope)
Bitch, you touchy like an iPad (Haha)
Cut off all my dead weight
Had to trim the fat like gastric bypass (Ugh!)
So wake up and smell the limelight (inhale through nose)
Take no rappin' skills that I like (No)
Features that deny me, now be askin'
Me if they can buy back (What?)
My rhyme pad, but then I laugh (No, haha)
'Cause they see the bag that I rack (Bitch)
Wanna be on my raps (Nope)
But I beat them on every beat, like a high hat (Tss-tss-tss-tss, tss-tss-tss-tss)
Takin' pictures of my enemies
That I'd beat in a fight (Bitch)
Put them on a page
And call that shit the scrapbook of life (Yes sir)
You bitches think that you're a star
But you got it backwards- you're rats (Uh-huh)
So step inside my maze and get tamed
And chase this cheese that's on my traps (Ooh!)
[Verse 9: D.I.L.E.M.A.]
Been on game, but y'all deny the lectures
Now it's Keto diets, 'cause I apply the pressure
Yo, my name hold weight because I eat at night
It's hard to get this weight off your shoulder without no sleep in sight
See, I'm workin' on workin' out a new recipe
That's a bossy chef wit' a personal trainer specialty
And I don't want no smoke, but, nigga, fire it up
Runnin' up on me get you off-track and tired as fuck
Real leader, you cheerleaders with pom-poms
Make me laugh at how you show love, just like a romcom
Dum-dums get [?] and spun dizzy
Straight housin' niggas, I clean up, no bums wit' me
If you hear the rumors and that shit don't come from me
Don't you try to come for me, [?] try to come for me
Life been a lot better since I cut off the fake
We ain't been in touch, nigga? Just know it's not a mistake
[Verse 10: Clockwise]
Game-time, we in the limelight
Haters throwin' shade 'cause we shine bright
I got my mind right, I got my swag straight
Hate on everything, [?] figure eight
Shoot my shot, I feel Steph, and [?] most definite
Call the shots so you can say reffin' it, it's excellence
Ricky Bobby, watch me fly past, you're not first, you're last
Triple aged, off the top, rope a higher pedigree
Feel like I'm a Blood 'cause you could never see me
Take [?] shots with the full clips, so don't slip, it's a long way down
I'm goin' to hell myself, but I took the long way around
Guess you could say, either way, it was goin' down, this is my town
I came straight off the block like the cell game
Now I take aims so I can take claims
To my rightful place, smack 'em in the face
Y'all [?] Rick James of darkness, I'm heartless
Now, become a target
Better step back like James Harden
I'm what the game's been missin'
Open up your ears and listen
You heard?
( Austin Simmon )
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