Torch
Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live
I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit
Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I'm a god, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours
Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live
I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit
Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I'm a god, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours
Drink a pint a night, so all my nightmares getting worse
Pussy boy don't want it man, this uzi dick gon' burst
Triple six forever, bitch, my lonely soul is cursed
And I'm only gettin' money, swervin' Porsches on the road
Bitch, I'm so twisted, these Perkys I'm takin'
Got love for no bitch, so hell no I'm not cakin'
Your clique, they all fakin', you people are hatin'
I'm six-figure stuntin', my chain it keep weighin'
Totin', my nina is sprayin'
My money stay pilin', yours vacant
No fronts, bitch I only do payments
Fuck the show up 'til the blood hits the pavement
Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live
I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit
Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I'm a god, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours
She told me to go to hell
I told her I'm already on my way over there, ain't nobody care
Keep a gun on me 'cause life ain't fair, I swear
These hoes wanna get to my share
Got cash on me, I'm no square
Underground Underdog
Better beware when I geeked on these rappers right under their chair
Yeah, fuck you and your mama, bitch
I cannot relate, lil' bitch
I'm sick of these faces, bitch
Everyone wanna be famous, bitch
FTP, bitch, suck my dick
Fuck around, get hit with the stick
Underground Underdog
Run around with a gun deep in my drawers
Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live
I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit
Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I'm a god, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours
I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit
Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I'm a god, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours
Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live
I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit
Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I'm a god, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours
Drink a pint a night, so all my nightmares getting worse
Pussy boy don't want it man, this uzi dick gon' burst
Triple six forever, bitch, my lonely soul is cursed
And I'm only gettin' money, swervin' Porsches on the road
Bitch, I'm so twisted, these Perkys I'm takin'
Got love for no bitch, so hell no I'm not cakin'
Your clique, they all fakin', you people are hatin'
I'm six-figure stuntin', my chain it keep weighin'
Totin', my nina is sprayin'
My money stay pilin', yours vacant
No fronts, bitch I only do payments
Fuck the show up 'til the blood hits the pavement
Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live
I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit
Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I'm a god, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours
She told me to go to hell
I told her I'm already on my way over there, ain't nobody care
Keep a gun on me 'cause life ain't fair, I swear
These hoes wanna get to my share
Got cash on me, I'm no square
Underground Underdog
Better beware when I geeked on these rappers right under their chair
Yeah, fuck you and your mama, bitch
I cannot relate, lil' bitch
I'm sick of these faces, bitch
Everyone wanna be famous, bitch
FTP, bitch, suck my dick
Fuck around, get hit with the stick
Underground Underdog
Run around with a gun deep in my drawers
Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live
I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my shit
Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I'm a god, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Pouya, Nicholas Voutsinas, Cristian Palma
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