We gonna keep it coming for the top, won't stop

You know how we feel and it's still, fuck cops

We gonna keep it running for the hits, won't quit

We gonna give you one hundred percent real shit

What we tell 'em?

Get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down

Tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down

Bitch, get down, that's the game and it's round uno to judo

Voo-doo-who-do ventriloquist sound, controlling your soul with the glow

And flow with rhythmic nouns, now who knew this new dude would come through

And doo doo on your style, shit wild, pick a color, black mild, come on my brother ka-pow

Get under the covers is how I be spending summers

Winters were taken from us, it's in us to come from under like ducking connecting uppers

Cuts kicking all you can wonder, ah, I catch a refresher my blessing is micro testing

The people ignore me but swear they don't get the message

You better respect it, attribute set is eclectic, electric

Intrepid dodging, infected in milliseconds, check it

This is the last of us clicker beats making a shiv to cut, stab it

Sticking up the track and stuff, split it now give me a trash to dump

Similar to how I fold a blunt, open up then do the what?

Packing it tight like you moving up, turn right back round and I stitch it up

Huh, Doctor Elijah Bucks, middle name should be marvelous

Seventy two hit dangerous, bang with us ****, nameless

We gonna keep it coming for the top, won't stop

You know how we feel and it's still, fuck cops

We gonna keep it running for the hits, won't quit

We gonna give you one hundred percent real shit

What we tell 'em?

Get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down

Tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down

Bitch get down, world renowned

My face twisting, getting dizzy as the globe would spin around

Diving down like Kendrick swimming pool

Another shot I'll drown, Fab 5ive chase dreams, flee collegiate sounds

On Yeezy bound bike I searched and I found hype

Turn Ducati's right 'til I exhaust like straight pipes

I'm smashing shit, exhaling gas and gin

Spit ESPN at the Kardashians

And while you're hollering, I'm slipping on this black mask

Cheffing a plan to mold the whole wold within the palm of my hand

Getting sticky, my finger prints all over it beautiful crime scene

Trees growing and people think peace whenever they speak

A pipe dream and these days **** murdering children

A coward, shitty deception affecting a generation

From the bottom to the top

Stock rising a perfect medley blended with herbs and spices

Found life within my pen, see, maybe that why we kicking shit that lift your spirit higher

Flick another lighter, play this sound loud and get the fuck down

Ignite the Earth's core with raps raw like fresh road rash

Hash blunts and clash chalices, causing some major damage and...

We gonna keep it coming for the top, won't stop

You know how we feel and it's still, fuck cops

We gonna keep it running for the hits, won't quit

We gonna give you one hundred percent real shit

What we tell 'em?

Get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down

Tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down

I'm in the zone you don't belong here

I'm Michael Jordan you're Byron Russel all in my cross hairs

They're all scared, ain't ya?

I'm clutch as Bumblebee with Sam Witwicky in danger

The clock's ticking, draw your plays up, ahead of my time rhymes from the Hyperbolic Chamber

Training to be a savior, you should have threw down your anchors

Now you're sailing through our waters, we'll drag you down to Davy Jones Locker

No combination can unlock you from the author

You can't fathom the specialist, I run it Olympic medalist

Walking like George Jefferson, passing through medal detectors with weapons

To blast your record with, not to be reckoned with

While I represent with some clever shit 'bout to sever kids

I'm better than your top eleven and shit

If it wasn't for those meddling kids then we finally would have killed rap

Scooby-Doo where my dogs at? The monster is always the man hiding behind that one mask

I gotta kick more than one ass

We gonna keep it coming for the top, won't stop

You know how we feel and it's still, fuck cops

We gonna keep it running for the hits, won't quit

We gonna give you one hundred percent real shit

What we tell 'em?

Get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down

Tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down, tell her get down