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Down for Mine

1405Hip-Hop/Rap2017

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Down for Mine è stato pubblicato il 29 settembre 2017 da Strange Music, Inc come parte dell'album Last Call

29 settembre 2017

EtichettaStrange Music, Inc

LinguaEnglish

BPM69

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[Verse 1]

They know by now, when I rap, I got a reputation

Causin' devastation, I get down for mine

See Tech N9ne fucked around and signed

An individual that's visibly out his mind

It's hard to count the times, how many rappers I've massacred

Al Capone, and every day is St. Valentine

It's Jonny Valiant, I'm the first thing that comes to mind

When you hit the Gwinnett County line

I'm on powder and Crown combined

I like to mix the uppers with the liquor, then I switch up

Poppin' the Klonopins, I got me a prescription

Watch out for the rappers tryna plot another stick up

Reminisce the kids in my clique that ain't with us anymore

They ain't live to see past twenty

Tryna see fast money, got they ditch dug early

So no wonder why it's hard to be religious

[Verse 2]

White boy shit, we ain't hoppin' in a pickup

They depict us to be redneck

Let my bread stack till I'm in a Benz truck, limo tint

Gotta wipe a pimp down with a lint brush

Oh-wee, Louis symbol on my shoe, blew two Gs, too clean

Groupies turnin' up, they wanna fuck

And turn the bus into a nude scene, that's routine

Fuck the YouTube views and your news feed

'Cause your whole style is wack

You get clout nowadays when you sound exactly like another man

I ain't tryna vouch for that

Used to wear button downs and slacks but now you trap

You strapped, but you swear that you down to clash

'Cause mumble rap's in style, you be tryin' hard to sound relaxed

You take words and pronounce them bad

To sound like you have an accent, really that's it?

[Verse 3]

I never thought I'd use the word, flabbergasted

It's an exact fit to explain my reaction, like I'm yackin' in a trash bin

I don't use a bunch of ad-libs to distract fans

I combine the real with the metaphors and bars

From the wheel strugglin' to get a deal

Through the valley in the hills

Like you tryna win the Tour de France

You can't tell me I don't kill shit

Turn me up with the Coupé de Ville feel in a foreign car

Been ten years and I'm still lit

Like my Colorado homies, when it's twenty past four o'clock

It's last call, but I got another quart to pop

And I ain't ever wore a cap and gown

But got mass amounts of cash to count

I'm rappin' now for spazzin' out

So tell 'em when they ask around

[Verse 4]

I get down

Down for mine, down for mine

I get down

Down for mine, down for mine

I get down

Down for mine, get down for mine

I told 'em I don't fuck around about a thousand times

I show out and shine with no doubt in mind

I get down

Down for mine, down for mine

I get down

Down for mine, down for mine

I get down

Down for mine, get down for mine

I told 'em I don't fuck around about a thousand times

I show out and shine with no doubt in mind

I get down

[Verse 5]

That's truth that you can't dispute

It's CNT in this bitch, what a man'll do

Dick Tracy, attention to

I'd be the same ol' me if I wore tight pants and boots

Is that a diss? Incorrect, get an X like (buzzer)

Ain't no family feud, the seed planted bloomed

We hit Atlanta, flew to France and landed Coco Vance

And broke madams and pampered dudes

Them ugly motherfuckers smilin' for the camera crew

I'm gettin' bands of loot, the broke shit discussion

'Cause I finally got a check, we can stretch out money

Maybe you were meant to be a fitness instructor

Witness destruction when I represent for the misfits amongst us

The old head, kids, and youngsters

Fuck with me, you'll be stuck on me

Like you had unsafe sex with a ex of Usher's

[Verse 6]

Is you a bald bitch? What, you need a hairpiece? Got the herpes?

Sue me, I'ma throw you down the staircase

They try to tell me that I broke too many barricades

That's why you never hear my music on the airwaves

I drop a nuke on every record, that's an air raid

Pull your hair weave, bitch, suck and bob

I need to find a chick kinda like Blac Chyna

To give me all the checks she collect from Rob

You never see 'em interview me on the The Breakfast Club

But they know me in New Zealand and Czech Repub

Up in Cleveland and Lincoln, Nebraska, Reno, Nevada, Alaska has extra love

Mic check like Tech, I'm a regular

You saw All Eyez on Me, thought you was 2Pac

But you a Little Richard, homie, whop-bop-a-loo-bop

You shocked that I blew up?

I thought that you knew

[Verse 7]

I get down

Down for mine, down for mine

I get down

Down for mine, down for mine

I get down

Down for mine, get down for mine

I told 'em I don't fuck around about a thousand times

I show out and shine with no doubt in mind

I get down

Down for mine, down for mine

I get down

Down for mine, down for mine

I get down

Down for mine, get down for mine

I told 'em I don't fuck around about a thousand times

I show out and shine with no doubt in mind

I get down

Written by: Jonathan McCollum

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