Groundwork

Coming to ya from the outskirts I've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me in But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win Because of that groundwork (yeah) I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes over My team build upon many years of groundwork Cuban look like yellow yam, points to the 'Gram You know that pound work (pound work), you know how my sound work Miss the fantastic, I'm a static, make them crowds surf Lone ranger, I am always on the outskirts Grab my .40, start playing 40-40 If the demon starts to haunt me (hahahahahaha), they leave and love it My cannon said, "Just fuck it", on these fingers that will touch it On the peak like Warren Buffett, like Norris, I just chuck it Three stars in the moon, flick my wrist and I just bruk it (I just bruk it) You know my steez You get the borough to your belly button like Priest from Dancehall Queen Hardcore settings, never been PG larger 'cause it's easy Extraterrestrial, ET, thousand grams Weezy connecting people, BT shoe Flew off-key, Weezy move for the shadows, creepy Look for the glasses, Stevie, and when the rhythm all easy, light white, easy-peasy Know it's PDL in the dunya, I make a man unknown T, like munya Refer to me, King Kunta, king of Zamunda I want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeah I want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeah I want the gyal with enormous bunda Coming to ya from the outskirts I've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me in But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win Because of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes over And they say I told ya Coming to ya from the outskirts I've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me in But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win Because of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes over And they say I told ya (who's Pap? Who's-) I'm out in London, rude boys, top shottas and gunmen Half of bricks, kilos, six deuces and onions Black Smith & Wesson, the wooden handle, I'm clutching So when I backwood, it's not what you roll your blunts in Came through the door too loud, that's why you suffering When you into calmers, easier to get buzzed in Getaway car with the bad engine combustion Transportin' traffic and racketeering and smugglin' Remy, get me one more baby, just for your husband Let's put a restaurant in this name like Puff and Justin Crack rock seller, back block dweller Your jetpack, with fair shots but pack box better, uh Flash rocks fresher, mad fly dresser Match my leather with the AV, black Margielas, uh Mack cock level, black shots hella Stash box in the dashboard, I stash my cheddar Coming to ya from the outskirts I've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me in But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win Because of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes over And they say I told ya Coming to ya from the outskirts I've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me in But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win Because of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes over And they say I told ya Coming to ya from the outskirts I've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me in But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win Because of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes over And they say I told ya Coming to ya from the-