Hip-Hop

Uh, this the kinda shit I'm on
Fuck an astronaut in the ocean
I do not need a buzz when I write a song
All I need is a little bit of motivation and a placement on a beat
Preferably made in the basement
Like it was crafted beneath my feet
Master of ceremony blast phonies I blast homies
Zenith keep my speakers humming
I blast the best only
I'm talking Stretch woodie and Rodney do not rap but he's in that category
(Woah)
Cameraman (Uh)
I'm practicing bettering myself
And from what I've seen I've done a better job than my higher self
Lower self do not matter
Man help yourself when you be low as hell
Big up yourself
I do what i love, making records
I just hope one day they sell

This the kinda shit I'm on! (Hip-Hop)
This the kinda shit I'm on! (Hip-Hop)
This the kinda shit I'm on! (Hip-Hop)
This the kinda shit C'mon! (Hip-Hop)
This the kinda shit C'mon! (Hip-Hop)
This the kinda shit I'm on! (Hip-Hop)
This the kinda shit I'm on! (Hip-Hop)
This the kinda shit I'm on
Kinda shit I'm on
This the kinda shit I'm on
This the kinda shit I'm on
Get yo hands up, get yo hands up, uh
Shadow carter
This the kinda shit I'm on
This the kinda shit I'm on, uh
This the kinda shit I'm on
Dogman Chill
This the kinda shit we on
We on



Credits
Writer(s): Paul De Sousa Jorge
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