underground freestyle
Verse 1 Came up from the mud where the lights donât shine, Cracked screens, dead dreams, but the grind still mine. Middle fingers up, I ainât begginâ no favors, They was sleepinâ on me, now they watchinâ my behavior. Talk slick get you hit, ainât no talkinâ it out, I was broke with the anger, now Iâm walkinâ it out. Same pain in my chest, same fire in my gut, Mama cryinâ every night, say she prayinâ Iâm up. Fuck a friend, fuck a hand, if you fold you a ghost, I seen loyalty die over money and clout the most. I donât trust shit but the click when itâs late-night, Sirens sing lullabies under red and blue lights. Hook Underground, fuck the crown, I donât need no throne, Concrete jungle raised me, I was bred from stone. No way out, dark route, still Iâm pushinâ through, Say my name with respect or Iâm touchinâ you. Verse 2 Stress got me chain-smokinâ, demons in my head, Every win feel cursed âcause I seen too many dead. Niggas talk real loud but they heart real weak, I been silent with the pressure, let the scars all speak. Money dirty, hands clean, still I wash the guilt, Built rage into verses, built a life from filth. I ainât glamorize shit, this the cost of survive, Every step gotta count when the reaper outside. Lost brothers to the system, lost some more to the grave, I donât smile in the pics, thatâs the mask that I save. If I snap, itâs a wrap, Iâm aware of the line, But the devil stay flirtinâ every time that Iâm high. Hook Underground, fuck the crown, I donât need no throne, Concrete jungle raised me, I was bred from stone. No way out, dark route, still Iâm pushinâ through, Say my name with respect or Iâm touchinâ you. Verse 3 I donât chase validation, I been starvinâ too long, Every bar come from hunger, every scar in this song. Fake love make me nauseous, Iâm allergic to frauds, I done prayed for forgiveness, still I talk to my God. Heart cold, mind sharp, Iâm prepared for the worst, If this rap shit donât work, Iâm still blessinâ the curse. Underground legend, even if I donât blow, Iâma die with my truth, never sellinâ my soul. Fuck the industry games, fuck a scripted facade, I was built in the shadows, Iâm a product of scars. Outro No polish, no filter, just pain on wax, If you felt this shit once, you know where Iâm at. Underground till Iâm buried â remember that.
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Verse 1 Came up from the mud where the lights donât shine, Cracked screens, dead dreams, but the grind still mine. Middle fingers up, I ainât begginâ no favors, They was sleepinâ on me, now they watchinâ my behavior. Talk slick get you hit, ainât no talkinâ it out, I was broke with the anger, now Iâm walkinâ it out. Same pain in my chest, same fire in my gut, Mama cryinâ every night, say she prayinâ Iâm up. Fuck a friend, fuck a hand, if you fold you a ghost, I seen loyalty die over money and clout the most. I donât trust shit but the click when itâs late-night, Sirens sing lullabies under red and blue lights. Hook Underground, fuck the crown, I donât need no throne, Concrete jungle raised me, I was bred from stone. No way out, dark route, still Iâm pushinâ through, Say my name with respect or Iâm touchinâ you. Verse 2 Stress got me chain-smokinâ, demons in my head, Every win feel cursed âcause I seen too many dead. Niggas talk real loud but they heart real weak, I been silent with the pressure, let the scars all speak. Money dirty, hands clean, still I wash the guilt, Built rage into verses, built a life from filth. I ainât glamorize shit, this the cost of survive, Every step gotta count when the reaper outside. Lost brothers to the system, lost some more to the grave, I donât smile in the pics, thatâs the mask that I save. If I snap, itâs a wrap, Iâm aware of the line, But the devil stay flirtinâ every time that Iâm high. Hook Underground, fuck the crown, I donât need no throne, Concrete jungle raised me, I was bred from stone. No way out, dark route, still Iâm pushinâ through, Say my name with respect or Iâm touchinâ you. Verse 3 I donât chase validation, I been starvinâ too long, Every bar come from hunger, every scar in this song. Fake love make me nauseous, Iâm allergic to frauds, I done prayed for forgiveness, still I talk to my God. Heart cold, mind sharp, Iâm prepared for the worst, If this rap shit donât work, Iâm still blessinâ the curse. Underground legend, even if I donât blow, Iâma die with my truth, never sellinâ my soul. Fuck the industry games, fuck a scripted facade, I was built in the shadows, Iâm a product of scars. Outro No polish, no filter, just pain on wax, If you felt this shit once, you know where Iâm at. Underground till Iâm buried â remember that.
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