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Christopher Armon Mike-Bidtah
Christopher Armon Mike-Bidtah
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Matthew Smokovich
Matthew Smokovich
Songwriter

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I did it all alone at my lowest No one didn't even know or even seemed to notice Running on the road coming up on shows Hustle on the low flooding up the coast double up the dosage Yea lobos are the locals going loco and the logo is ferocious Coyote with the roses holy moly rollers no phony broke promoters Won't party with you posers brushing off your shoulders You don't know what the goal is Hold up let us show you Holding on your own in the coldest days Gunning these rappers I'm fully loaded Spray Hitman make another hit that's a bonus Waves I'm a long way from North Dakota down to Oklahoma to California in a ford focus Yea now we all terrain and more open Rolling hitting up the city or Oakland Yea we trying make quotes they're trying to make quota Gotta stay woke on a takeover Brought a raincoat drop a wave on ya It's all to make hope not for payola Did it for the modern day culture Fully lit but I remain sober Spitting medicine venom we're king cobras Never stopping until we finish game over Boy get hungry then your boy gone eat Had mad nights with the tank on E Ain't no doubt you could bank on me Put my Rez on the map but I stay low key Yea paving the way away wave on beach Another game you can play for free and you pay no fees I'ma sail on beat and they can't hold me Spit drip blue flame on heat Boy get hungry then your boy gone eat Had mad nights with the tank on E Ain't no doubt you could bank on me Put my Rez on the map but I stay low key Yea paving the way away wave on beach Another game you can play for free and you pay no fees I'ma sail on beat and they can't hold me Spit drip blue flame on heat They ask me if I made it yet Came a long way for a native kid Never been afraid I'ma take the risk Ain't no discussion I'm made for this Passing up parties for a late night session Always on point like JJ Redick Natives ain't made it to the place I'm headed Running through tracks like Jerome Bettis Side step bad vibes like Lomachenko Bout to take off like I roll with Quavo Ya boy had dreams of doing shows for pesos Trying stack that cheese like a bowl of queso Haters love me they getting unemployment They see me on the rise they just can't avoid it I'm always in they head I been so annoying They wanted me to lose I'm a disappointment They can't stop me like that kid from the pelicans Even when I'm gone I'ma always be relevant They could never take me out of my element Recognize game first take like Kellerman Haters spread lies like dumb reporters If you don't like me you a trump supporter Never gave a damn bout my reputation I'm a menace wrecking for the reservation If your boy get hungry then your boy gone eat Had mad nights with the tank on E Ain't no doubt you could bank on me Put my Rez on the map but I stay low key Yea paving the way away wave on beach Another game you can play for free and you pay no fees I'ma sail on beat and they can't hold me Spit drip blue flame on heat Boy get hungry then your boy gone eat Had mad nights with the tank on E Ain't no doubt you could bank on me Put my Rez on the map but I stay low key Yea paving the way away wave on beach Another game you can play for free and you pay no fees I'ma sail on beat and they can't hold me Spit drip blue flame on heat
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