Project UT (feat. Dante Outset, Tony & Thompson the Bandit)
Last wish to be a koi or a catfish
Anch'd down to taste the bottom of the sandwich
Everybody claim that they got mad shit
But I'm the one
Gotta pay my dues, and respects to the legends
I didn't have Pro Tools when I started collecting
Pirated full albums from Nas and Emi-nem
Kurupt, Calvin, Pac, Red, Rakim
Three-thousand, not a single download
If it wasn't the deluxe e-dition
Kicking freestyles sitting round the coffee table
Used to practice in my room, door closed, so my mama wasn't able
To hear me, I know she'd disapprove
Clearly that shit got to me, I graduated school
Two times. And now I'm twenty-two
Few rhymes ever made it past careful review
And yes I want a pad with a staircase and a view
A couple million cash, hedge trimming next to the pool
That isn't why I rap, hip hop is my muse
I used to sit in the back of the class listening to tunes
Scribbling on a college-ruled paper with a number two
Banking that the teacher probably thinking that I probably drew
Probably true, thinking that I'm awfully cool
I'm trying to get me some Monopoly loot
The whole thing, hotels and the property dues
This whole rap thing so well I properly do
So I got myself a mic and the software too
And it's been a couple years since it got to be used
'Cause everybody telling me I'm wasting my youth
Like having aspirations is a felony, I'm amused
The same people telling me perfection come from practice
Say I should quit 'cause of where I'm living on the atlas
Last wish to be a koi or a catfish
Anch'd down to taste the bottom of the sandwich
Everybody claim that they got mad shit
But I'm the one to put Utah on the map bitch
Last wish to be a koi or a catfish
Anch'd down to taste the bottom of the sandwich
Everybody claim that they got mad shit
But I'm the one to put Utah on the map bitch
Grab the map and put the pins where I've been
But these Bens ain't the reason for this grin
I got the hands up in the box and I'm pulling out the green
So much money on this shit, I could pull a degree
On your master career, but I'm killing the spree
No intro when it's said about a peer slash coasting like a pioneer
Scoping like I'm Paul Revere, silver over here
But I'm diving for the coins, where no one would like to join
But just give me a second or three point one four
And the whole pie will be washed up on the shore
My division full of niggas on a mission with a vision
If you seen it you would stiffen
My neck yellow like a Simpson but I'm flyer than a pigeon
I'm praying to my set 'cause bandit my religion
These hollows flying at you make you dance like an Egyptian
The shit you spit is fiction a pussy nigga your description
If you fucking with my set you'll disappear like a magician
Don't make me pull that trigger, don't want blood on my Hilfigers
Writing bars like they were scriptures while I'm smoking on a Swisher
And if you looking for that gas bro I know a couple dealers
My bandits guerrillas with the sledge you'll get filled up
Strong got me coughing all the smoke my lungs done built up
These niggas wanna beef so you know I got 'em grilled up
Last wish to be a koi or a catfish
Anch'd down to taste the bottom of the sandwich
Everybody claim that they got mad shit
But I'm the one to put Utah on the map bitch
Last wish to be a koi or a catfish
Anch'd down to taste the bottom of the sandwich
Everybody claim that they got mad shit
But I'm the one to put Utah on the map bitch
In case you've been wondering the new age we've been coming in
Low shot blow to your body try to stomach this
My mind has been scattered, so do not try to rummage it
Rumor has it talent's been divided, you can never find it
'Cause it's never been in hiding. Man I'm shitting like colitis
Sleeping so little got red-eye-itis
Step up, step up, dopest mother fucker on the scene
This a throwaway pic, 'cause you caught me on the blink
Never blank, never triple-z
Kind of sounds off with the hyphenated 'e'
Jingle jingle in the city like a teen and his first car keys
Will Bruce Lee anyone that try to bark on me, you d-i-g
Last wish to be a koi or a catfish
Anch'd down to taste the bottom of the sandwich
Everybody claim that they got mad shit
But I'm the one to put Utah on the map bitch
Last wish to be a koi or a catfish
Anch'd down to taste the bottom of the sandwich
Everybody claim that they got mad shit
But I'm the one to put Utah on the map bitch
Anch'd down to taste the bottom of the sandwich
Everybody claim that they got mad shit
But I'm the one
Gotta pay my dues, and respects to the legends
I didn't have Pro Tools when I started collecting
Pirated full albums from Nas and Emi-nem
Kurupt, Calvin, Pac, Red, Rakim
Three-thousand, not a single download
If it wasn't the deluxe e-dition
Kicking freestyles sitting round the coffee table
Used to practice in my room, door closed, so my mama wasn't able
To hear me, I know she'd disapprove
Clearly that shit got to me, I graduated school
Two times. And now I'm twenty-two
Few rhymes ever made it past careful review
And yes I want a pad with a staircase and a view
A couple million cash, hedge trimming next to the pool
That isn't why I rap, hip hop is my muse
I used to sit in the back of the class listening to tunes
Scribbling on a college-ruled paper with a number two
Banking that the teacher probably thinking that I probably drew
Probably true, thinking that I'm awfully cool
I'm trying to get me some Monopoly loot
The whole thing, hotels and the property dues
This whole rap thing so well I properly do
So I got myself a mic and the software too
And it's been a couple years since it got to be used
'Cause everybody telling me I'm wasting my youth
Like having aspirations is a felony, I'm amused
The same people telling me perfection come from practice
Say I should quit 'cause of where I'm living on the atlas
Last wish to be a koi or a catfish
Anch'd down to taste the bottom of the sandwich
Everybody claim that they got mad shit
But I'm the one to put Utah on the map bitch
Last wish to be a koi or a catfish
Anch'd down to taste the bottom of the sandwich
Everybody claim that they got mad shit
But I'm the one to put Utah on the map bitch
Grab the map and put the pins where I've been
But these Bens ain't the reason for this grin
I got the hands up in the box and I'm pulling out the green
So much money on this shit, I could pull a degree
On your master career, but I'm killing the spree
No intro when it's said about a peer slash coasting like a pioneer
Scoping like I'm Paul Revere, silver over here
But I'm diving for the coins, where no one would like to join
But just give me a second or three point one four
And the whole pie will be washed up on the shore
My division full of niggas on a mission with a vision
If you seen it you would stiffen
My neck yellow like a Simpson but I'm flyer than a pigeon
I'm praying to my set 'cause bandit my religion
These hollows flying at you make you dance like an Egyptian
The shit you spit is fiction a pussy nigga your description
If you fucking with my set you'll disappear like a magician
Don't make me pull that trigger, don't want blood on my Hilfigers
Writing bars like they were scriptures while I'm smoking on a Swisher
And if you looking for that gas bro I know a couple dealers
My bandits guerrillas with the sledge you'll get filled up
Strong got me coughing all the smoke my lungs done built up
These niggas wanna beef so you know I got 'em grilled up
Last wish to be a koi or a catfish
Anch'd down to taste the bottom of the sandwich
Everybody claim that they got mad shit
But I'm the one to put Utah on the map bitch
Last wish to be a koi or a catfish
Anch'd down to taste the bottom of the sandwich
Everybody claim that they got mad shit
But I'm the one to put Utah on the map bitch
In case you've been wondering the new age we've been coming in
Low shot blow to your body try to stomach this
My mind has been scattered, so do not try to rummage it
Rumor has it talent's been divided, you can never find it
'Cause it's never been in hiding. Man I'm shitting like colitis
Sleeping so little got red-eye-itis
Step up, step up, dopest mother fucker on the scene
This a throwaway pic, 'cause you caught me on the blink
Never blank, never triple-z
Kind of sounds off with the hyphenated 'e'
Jingle jingle in the city like a teen and his first car keys
Will Bruce Lee anyone that try to bark on me, you d-i-g
Last wish to be a koi or a catfish
Anch'd down to taste the bottom of the sandwich
Everybody claim that they got mad shit
But I'm the one to put Utah on the map bitch
Last wish to be a koi or a catfish
Anch'd down to taste the bottom of the sandwich
Everybody claim that they got mad shit
But I'm the one to put Utah on the map bitch
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Writer(s): Thompson Kamara
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