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Lyrics

[Verse 1] This ain't no bullshit This no J. Cole, Rock And Roll, this that Raider shit Comin' from Downtown, stackin' my money down You mixtape rappers won't survive in the underground This Space nigga is the Ghost, fuckin' from coast to coast Nigga, don't learn, he'll get burned like some french toast Don't even get close to me with that bullshit Live your life slow, or die fast from the bullet, bitch Niggas they full of it, packin' like goons and shit How you a thug, and it's 2011, bitch? Niggas can't get a job because of my president Won't hire me, 'cause I'm black, and they prejudiced That's just irrelevant, that's why I wear all black If I ain't a Raider, bitch, then what do you call that? They say that I'm underrated, they gettin' hot to the sound Fuck all you wack rappers Who won't survive in the mothafuckin' underground [Hook] Ground, ground (hide down) (Flawless victory) Ground, ground (hide down) Ground, ground (hide down) Who won't survive in the underground Ground, ground (hide down) Ground, ground (hide down) Ground, ground (hide down) (Hahaha) Who won't survive in the underground Ground, ground (hide down) Ground, ground (hide down) Ground, ground (hide down) Who won't survive in the underground Ground, ground (hide down) Ground, ground (hide down) Ground, ground (hide down) Who won't survive in the underground Ground, ground (hide down) Ground, ground (hide down) Ground, ground (hide down) [Verse 2] Trilly, I got you, Jane, I got you Mick, I got you, Lou, I got you, too And bitch, I'm from Miami Where niggas stay dolo-olo, and never playin' 'Cause niggas cut throat Rest in piece, my nigga Jitt from 18th Block, won't let go And never wife a ho, If you like her 'Cause If you ever skeet in that bitch, then that's your life, bruh You only got one life, bruh Keep your head to the sky with the joint at the lighter So, pull up smokin' harder And cut this volume up so yo ass could get higher (TOASTY!) And I will not retire Till the rap game, go back straight like a wire (Superb) So get high to my sounds And tell these rappers They won't survive in the mothafuckin' underground [Outro] Ay, my nigga I wanna give a mothafuckin' shoutout To my mothafuckin' little brother Ladarius Frazer Today is March 1st 2011 And my homie is in Heaven Smilin' down, right now Lookin' at me right now He proud of this shit right now 'Cause if he was here right now We would be doing this shit right now Wavvy Muney, Jitt, YML Jitt, Ladarius, nigga, I love you, bruh I'ma do this shit for you, nigga, for real You were at 18th block, you died on 18th Nigga, the same street for life, nigga Till you got caught, you know that shit What up Markese man, what up 'Kese, man? What's good, bruh? Hold your keys, nigga You feel me Junko, what's happenin' cuz'o? OG for life, baby I ain't gonna never forget where I grew up at, you feel me? OG Kadafi, baby Rest in Peace, love, the love of grandmother [?] Put your family first, you feel me? 'Cause without family, it ain't shit out there, for real Know what I'm sayin'? And don't trust nobody My nigga died on March 13th 2010 I wanna dedicate this song to Jitt, baby, I love you, bruh Watch over me I love you, did I told you that? Boy