Yeah, vibe to this, DJ Flash, Little Brother
Shouts to the 919, 252, 336, 704
You know what it is, that's how it work
Yo, this been years in the makin'
And when I talk about them years
I'm talkin' bout the blood sweat and tears
From the routes I was takin'
Tryin' avoid the dark cloud
Never lyin' on the ground
Wouldn't think about the future
My momma want a house still
And my brother need lawyers for appeal
No deal if the terms don't appeal
Ownin' a little data can be celebrated
Enduring the test of time is an attribute
I put my rep on the line every time I design a new rhyme
Ya'll sketches sound kinda cute
You drawin' other conclusions
Rappin' here for the bag, I need a new suit
Nobody move, nobody get's hurt
It's time to do work, tell 'em
(Just gimme what I came for)
If you got it out the mud
You ain't scared of the dirt, tell 'em
(Just gimme what I came for)
(Just gimme what I came for)
(Tell the people what you here for)
Word to Paul Wall I'm with all the shits
No matter how narrow the margin is
For the art of it, not the artifice
Cause 2020 ain't shit without foresight
County boy, wake during Gilford and Forsythe
Well you can hear some Bill Withers under porch light
Settle down, find a nice girl and just chill wit' her
Stay low and build with her, like Fortnite
But while my city was fast asleep
Before the south was bumpin' Master P
My ghetto dope was Busy Boys, and Mix Master D
Who ever thought it would get passed to me
To write these songs, the fight goes on
The nights is long and regimented
So I can go on a run that's unprecedented
Them bars is comedy king, nigga, you Eddie Griffin
Two pulls and a sip, now here's the ghetto livin'
Jump into a car and drive
Nobody move, nobody get's hurt
It's time to do work, tell 'em
(Just gimme what I came for)
If you got it out the mud
You ain't scared of the dirt, tell 'em
(Just gimme what I came for)
(Just gimme what I came for)
(Tell the people what you here for)