Dirt

Yeah... Yeah... Uh! I really come up from dirt! (Uh!) Straight from the heart of the earth (Uh!) Had me no rarri to skurrt (Uh!) I ain't rockin' no designer shirts (nah!) Keep it a buck I crawled from the mudd Dodged a few slugs (Yeah, yeah!) Buildin' these chips Stackin' em up I ain't spendin' on nothin' Bitch are you dumb? I really come up from dirt! (Uh!) Straight from the heart of the earth (Uh!) Had me no rarri to skurrt (Uh!) I ain't rockin' no designer shirts (nah!) Keep it a buck I crawled from the mudd Dodged a few slugs (Yeah, yeah!) Buildin' these chips Stackin' em up I ain't spendin' on nothin' Bitch are you dumb? I done seen a couple dark places Feens smokin' in them staircases Niggas shot over funk fakin' Bitches creepin' while you money makin' Dont pull that grip if you pump fakin' Say it's all love in yo' eyes hatred Stay fly and my style basic Why you waitin' for them validation Pop me a pill to escape the matrix Y'all stuck in stasis I hate the fake shit I ain't here for playin' Bass bangin' till we break the basement Tunnel vision cus I'm chasin' greatness Save ya breath and what the fuck you sayin' Leave the mic blazin' like Satan laid it Get them bombs ready up at flexes station (Uh! Uh!) I really come up from dirt! (Uh!) Straight from the heart of the earth (Uh!) Had me no rarri to skurrt (Uh!) I ain't rockin' no designer shirts (nah!) Keep it a buck I crawled from the mudd Dodged a few slugs (Yeah, yeah!) Buildin' these chips Stackin' em up I ain't spendin' on nothin' Bitch are you dumb? I really come up from dirt! (Uh!) Straight from the heart of the earth (Uh!) Had me no rarri to skurrt (Uh!) I ain't rockin' no designer shirts (Nah!) Keep it a buck I crawled from the mudd Dodged a few slugs (Yeah, yeah!) Buildin' these chips Stackin' em up I ain't spendin' on nothin' Bitch are you dumb? QB Vernon Weed we burnin' Ven aqui Baby don't be nervous She be squirtin' Fiji works n pussy purrin' Talk that shit now! Tell me whats ya purpose? On the block pumpin' puttin' work in On the stage spittin' thou I'm nervous I Put these niggas where the dirt is All these bodies make the earth shift Roll a gotti make my soul lift No chrome grips All black bitch witch a mean kick like Shawn Michaels She off the bean rollin' like a bike do Acid trips, seeing colors drip Feelin' time skip Gotta break this cycle Eyes shut thou they wide Don't believe in Tv lies They designed to blind you Imma different high Wit' a different vibe Walk the same streets seeing different skies Know the hunger pains So I really grind Spill my soul out every time I Step in the booth AR and you know I'm the truth Killin' this shit since in my youth I really come up from dirt! (Uh!) Straight from the heart of the earth (Uh!) Had me no rarri to skurrt (Uh!) I ain't rockin' no designer shirts (nah!) Keep it a buck I crawled from the mudd Dodged a few slugs (Yeah, yeah!) Buildin' these chips Stackin' em up I ain't spendin' on nothin' Bitch are you dumb?