Underdog (feat. RJ Peacock)

Ay, ay
Yo, okay

All black Cadillac, I'd rather have a coupe
I'mma get my mom a Range Rover, money coming soon
I don't need a hit, on the radio, Payola been over
Put me on the aux if I know ya

Look, day spit hot and night cold like Arizona
I thought I told ya, underdogs we taking over
Hit hard with 1-2s that bring comas
Colder, creme cola, bolder, king cobra ahh

I'm the least represented, promoters they don't do shit
Made my own sound, I'm trying to introduce it
Others can try but they can't reproduce it
Been knowing I'm the best, now it's time for me to prove it
Rappers step but they ain't up for the test
It's vengeance when you ain't considered the best
Shoot for the sky, I'mma drive to the rim
I'm trying to finish this quest

Okay, look, told 'em give me like 10 minutes and it won't take long
Spitting like I'm Max and Emmy chillin' with Jake long
That hot stuff, cookin' like it's pasta
Quarantine, hair long swinging like a Rasta, cut it
LEN and RJ in traffic now that's a bucket bust it
Uh, chuck it knuck it, uh
Robatuss it, guess I'm sick of playin', I'm here to stay
And if you delayin' when we on our way in I'm Super Saiyan like ahhh

Told my boo 'k', fuck the roses
When you're single you hit double doses
She thinks she better off without me, the joke is
She thinks that I'mma dwell, while I'm running show biz
You tryna link? I'm tryna find my Zelda
Bitches waste my time, getting wasted with a seltzer
The girl bipolar so she got herself a white claw
Tryna save the planet so she threw away her straw

Okay the girl biracial so she argue with her white pa
Said I rhyme sick need to wipe the pad off with Lysol
Come up in the stu get it clappin' like cut the lights off
Me and Len up in traffic like buss a right yah
I'm cookin' up with the greatest and here's the dish
Ya bars dangerously low, where's the stitch
You might need a stitch, steppin' to us with no assist
You would do the Kim impossible, that's the sitch yea

Step to the stage I make others plea
Wear bandanas, ain't no cap on me
All these corner cutting rappers think that they can catch up with me
It's drastically bad
The biggest obsession is chasing the fad
We can go out then come back to my pad
I don't fuck with squares, cut from the same cloth
You're all dressed in plaid
If it's true that you keep on hating
I'mma turn your face to a Picasso painting
I suggest that you work on yourself
Cause I don't wanna hear your ass complaining
Nothing else matters, this track undefeated
My track record would be clean if I competed
Ain't gonna battle, I ain't that Conceited
Your ass would be toast like my car seats was heated
Everyone loves an underdog story