Strictly Underground pt 2

Lyrics

Intro: Awon Uh huh, Awon again, Thomas Prime, Goon Trax, check it Verse 1: Awon One of the warriors who got the game mastered Cobain I'm Stillmatic on yo broke asses Blazing narrows for fakes fameology Just tryna live and drop my shit properly Trap music for the southern underground Champion sound death is certain when I come around Spit monkey bars, murder grand masters Hell with the staff is, bug the ecstatic Labor Day is for pimps don't pay taxes Bitches run when the realness happens These are the disposable arts spitting darts For dead ringer, that'll rip yo bitch ass apart This is ghetto pop life, they wanted the documentary Pick a bigger weapon Return of the Mack lyrically I know I'm dope I live below the heavens I sleep when you dead, it's a 187 Hook: Awon And they say I'm strictly underground These rappers haul ass when I come around Still droppin realness with a gutter sound I will never stop flowin (stop flowin) (x2) Verse 2: Awon Underground kings, I'm the American gangster The undisputed true still shittin all you wangsters Waiting to inhale because I exhale Tronic third world techniques, immortal from Hell The show is donuts, and then what happened? The Renaissance came and I was the captain I desire to spit fire and never retire Return of the magnificent through The Wire I still stank on ya, and get cake on ya Deploy inner corners still got the weight on ya Mad villainy purple haze got me feelin me Grande has already passed now the illogy Claims king the loan, behead you at the throne And you can tell yo bitch that daddy is home This is for the grown children, the underground feeling It's so appealing, my crib has no ceilings Hook: Awon And they say I'm strictly underground These rappers haul ass when I come around Still droppin realness with a gutter sound I will never stop flowin (stop flowin) (x2) Verse 3: Awon All I need is food and liquor, I'm cool calm chillin Love Supersedes, Beautiful Loser they feelin it Fiending for the fish scale, yeah I keep em coppin When life gives you lemons all you do is keep droppin I was born like this, still fine then forever My game theory is keep spittin and flow better You need this music, my raps is so classic A world concept's iller tracks for your asses Relapse on your recovery, no one can fuck with me Thank me later for my newest discovery The wizard of poetry, poppin off lasers That imaginary players who don't root for the Lakers I'm Kobe with the mic, Black Mamba when I strike Slice your windpipe when I sit down and write This shit is five mic, the tipping point, the massacre Before I self destruct, I will murder whack rappers Hook: Awon And they that I'm strictly underground These rappers haul ass when I come around Still droppin realness with a gutter sound I will never stop flowin (stop flowin) (x2) Outro: Awon Yo we're all just beautiful losers, tryna make our way in this world, waiting for tomorrow waiting for the next classic joint to drop, we got a chance to make it right ya know what I'm sayin, look to all ya'll saying hip hop's already dead just hit rewind on the track man it's about taking notes, feel me