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Pushing rhymes underground like moonshine
With jump like juke joints
Riding like old lacs
Down like 4 flats
Shine like gold grills
Curls and chrome rims
B**ch you know what it is
I'm Live from the underground, underground
Live from the underground, underground
Underground, underground
Live from the underground railroad
My papa told me get paper,
Motherf**k a hater
Them J's look clean son but elevate to gators
I took the sh*t to heart plus
I dug it like a crater
I'm giving out game player are there any takers
While you was quarter sacking
I was quarterbackin
Calling plays everyday, level All Madden
Hi five, cloud nine, private jet lacking
Treat the seal like a vinyl record,
Gotta keep it crackin
Shall I pour up, blow some smoke up,
Get my spit on
Grab a paper, sit on a track
And get my sh*t on
Ice cold water with the flow minus the lemon
I'm Cinematic Multi, what label you been on?
Old school riding flicking ashes in the tray
Smoking up the booth blowing
Static in they face
Cream, cash rules everything around me
King, checker board ni**a go and crown me
Pushing rhymes underground like moonshine
With jump like juke joints
Riding like old lacs
Down like 4 flats
Shine like gold grills
Curls and chrome rims
B**ch you know what it is
Live from the underground, underground
Live from the underground, underground
Underground, underground
Live from the underground railroad
Keep it rolled, I'm supposed to lose control
Oh no, pop the trunk,
Burn a skunk and slam a do, do
Window crack on the ave, marinate the scene
When I lean and crawl couldn't see me
With your high beams
Play my part, I got heart,
I'm tailor gator sharp
Plus we sit taller than Malta trucks
In them trailer park
My candy coated it cost a grip
But I had to blow it
Your sides was dusty,
My seats is bucket
But you'll never know it
Forever tinted so you can't peep
While your b**ch up in it
You call her phone she give you tone like
Why you tripping
Cold blooded ain't it
But that's how it be
When they want that cash
When you ain't around anybody can be in that a**
Heard that from 8-Ball homeboy girlfriend
If she a bopper then
She probably ain't your girl then
You claim you pimping don't
Be tricking wear a curl then
And find some paint to put some swirls in
Pushing rhymes underground like moonshine
With jump like juke joints
Riding like old lacs
Down like 4 flats
Shine like gold grills
Curls and chrome rims
B**ch you know what it is
Live from the underground, underground
Live from the underground, underground
Underground, underground
Live from the underground railroad
We going live
From the underground
From the underground
From the underground
We going live
From the underground
From the underground
From the underground
We going live
From the underground
From the underground
From the underground
We going live
From the underground
From the underground
From the underground