Underground - SpaceGhostPurrp

This ain’t no bullshit

This ain’t no J. Cole, Rock And Roll

It’s that raider shit

Coming from Downtown

Stacking my money down

You mix-tape rappers won’t survive in the underground

Cause Space nigga is the Ghost

Fucking from coast to coast

Nigga don’t learn

He’ll get burn, like some french toast

Don’t even get close

To me with that bullshit

Live your life slow

Or die fast from the bullet, bitch

Niggas they full of it

Acting like goons shit

How you a thug and its 2011, bitch?

Niggas can’t get a job

Because of my President

Won’t hire me cuz I’m black

And they prejudice

That’s just irrelevant

That’s why I wear all black

If I ain’t a raider, bitch?

Then what do you call that?

They say that I’m underrated

They gettin' hot to the sound

Fuck all you wack rappers!

Who won’t survive in the motherfucking underground

Ground, ground (hide down)

Ground, ground (hide down)

Ground, ground (hide down)

Who won’t survive to the underground

Ground, ground (hide down)

Ground, ground (hide down)

Ground, ground (hide down)

Who won’t survive in the underground

Ground, ground (hide down)

Ground, ground (hide down)

Ground, ground (hide down)

Who won’t survive in the underground

Ground, ground (hide down)

Ground, ground (hide down)

Ground, ground (hide down)

Trill, i got you

Jane, i got you

Mick, i got you

Lou, i got you too

And bitch, I’m from Miami

Where niggas stay dolo-olo, and never (?)

Cause niggas cut throat

Rest in piece, my nigga Jitt from 18th Block

Why he had to go?

And never wife a ho, If you like her

Cause If you ever skeet in that bitch

Then that’s your life, bruh

You only got one life, bruh

Keep your head to the sky

With the joint and the lighter

So pull-up smokin harder

And cut this volume up

So yo ass could get higher (TOASTY!)

And I will not retire

Til the rap game, go back straight like a wire

So get high to my sounds

And tell these rappers

They won’t survive in the motherfucking underground

Ay my nigga

I wanna give a motherfucking shoutout

To my motherfuckin little brother

Ladarius Frazer

Today is March 1st 2011

And my homie is in Heaven

Smilin' down, right now

Lookin at me right now

You proud of this shit right now?

Cause if you was here right now, we would be doing this shit right now

Wavvy Muney Jitt, YML Jitt, Ladarius nigga I love you bruh

Imma do this shit for you nigga, for real

You were at 18th block, he died on 18th, he be on that 7th street for life nigga

Cause he got the cops, he didn’t knew that shit

What’up Markese man?

Man what up kese bruh?

What’s good bruh?

Hold your keys nigga

You feel me

Junko, what’s happenning cuzo?

OG for life, baby

I ain’t gonna never forget where I grw up at, you feel me?

OG style baby

Rest in Piece love, the love of grandmother

Put your family first, you feel me?

Cuz if it ain’t family, it ain’t shit, for real

Know what I’m saying

And don’t trust nobody

My nigga died March on 13th 2010

I wanna dedicate this song to Jitt baby, I love you bruh

Watch over me

I love you, did I told you that?

Boy

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