时间：2020-03-07
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Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Let's get the rhythm of the hands
Of the hands like
We got the rhythm of the hands
Of the hands 'cause
We be on the grind for the grands
For the grands we
Put in work
Tryin' to stack bands
Stack bands like
Let's get the rhythm of the uh get the rhythm aye
Let's get the rhythm of the uh get the
Rhythm aye let's get the rhythm of the
Hands
Of the hands so
We be on the grind for the grands
For the grands
From the pen I'm spillin' that pain lately feelin' mentally drained thinkin' in the future this could be the feelin' from fame my written's a picture like it's a digital frame or like I aimed at a canvas and did it with paint the naysayers tend to pay me attention with hate but anticipated the record when I mentioned the date some fronted like I ain't have or gave what it takes but ain't heard half the s**t that I made to know I spit with a blaze oh that flow is mo' than a flickerin' flame so give me that recognition and remember my name my best foot is ahead steppin' into this game I keep my best foot forward as if I limp with a cane I'm goin' the distance no limit or range they got them left blinkers on tryin' to get in my lane tryin' to keep up as if it's a race not fixin' my brakes at the speed that I'm goin' I'm gon' stick with this pace
Go
I'm 'sposed to feel as tho' I'm in a good space but since my mother passed away I wasn't thinkin' to straight so maybe I should've taken a break or maybe I should hang it up but I ain't 'cause neither option is fate as far as makin' what is great I refuse to refrain it's the way that I was raised and my city is to blame I was born in the home of the braves attitude is I have nothin' to lose but everything to gain
Let's get the rhythm of the hands
Of the hands like
We got the rhythm of the hands
Of the hands 'cause
We be on the grind for the grands
For the grands we
Put in work
Tryin' to stack bands
Stack bands like
Let's get the rhythm of the uh get the rhythm aye
Let's get the rhythm of the uh get the
Rhythm aye let's get the rhythm of the
Hands
Of the hands so
We be on the grind for the grands
For the grands
Over the years I've conquered fears conscious cleared doubters unleashed a beast the monster's here had to carve my own lane that aisle was clear kept my circle small I don't belong with squares I went and started my own company for the ****of it I'm my own artist I own my publishing wasn't always tryin' to be a known artist ****fame been a cold artist when I started for the love of it what I do should be clarified as d**g pushin' you buy the music you a d**g smuggla' anotha customa' sucka rappas oughta duck on the mic I'm nice with the punches I'm Sagat with the uppacut pay attention I do that s**t I got bubble gut city of hustlers where I'm comin' from where it's tough to out hustle us I rhyme with the same hunger I had as a youngsta when I was waitin' for the bus bookbag full of notepads and school books teachers who were gettin' that struggle pay to school us prepare for flight I'm walkin' on air like his airness when wearin' a black and red pair of Nikes promise I'm a shed light I'm Thomas Edison or Doctor Doom I got a different kind of medicine promise I'm a shed light I'm Thomas Edison or Doctor Doom I got a different kind of medi
Let's get the rhythm of the hands
Of the hands like
We got the rhythm of the hands
Of the hands 'cause
We be on the grind for the grands
For the grands we
Put in work
Tryin' to stack bands
Stack bands like
Let's get the rhythm of the uh get the rhythm aye
Let's get the rhythm of the uh get the
Rhythm aye let's get the rhythm of the
Hands
Of the hands so
We be on the grind for the grands
For the grands
