Underground

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
S.R. that spell "Essare"
You know it

Underground
I keep it on the ground, ground, ground
I keep it underground, ground, ground, ground
Without a motherfing sound, sound
(That st is buried deep)

I got drugs on every block
Shut the fk up, you get my Glock
Coming through your door without a knock
(That st is buried deep)

Every city got my squads
Selling that dope like they JUUL Pods
Rapping on this track like I'm a god
(That st is buried deep)

Smoking that dope, dope, dope, dope
Snorting that crack, off her a
Sipping that lean, on the scene
(That st is buried deep)

Underground
I keep it on the ground, ground, ground
I keep it underground, ground, ground, ground
Without a motherfing sound, sound
(That st is buried deep)

You act all hard but you buy a gram
Shoot your a, I don't give a damn
Cops can't catch me, I drive a Lamb
(That st is buried deep)

Smuggling st across the border
So much dope they calling me a hoarder
Popping them Xans, got a mental disorder
(That st is buried deep)

Smoking that dope, dope, dope, dope
Snorting that crack, off her a
Sipping that lean, on the scene
(That st is buried deep)

Underground
I keep it on the ground, ground, ground
I keep it underground, ground, ground, ground
Without a motherfing sound, sound
(That st is buried deep)

(Yeah!)
Criminal Syndicate
(Criminal Syndicate)
Cops are full of st
(Cops are full of st)
Pay their a fifty racks
(Pay their a fifty racks)
Then I get away with it

Underground
I keep it on the ground, ground, ground
I keep it underground, ground, ground, ground
Without a motherfing sound, sound
(That st is buried deep)



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Writer(s): Steve Rizzo Jr.
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