Lyrics
Put a little love in, watch it come back
Growing up I wasn't worried bout no contract
I was just doing it for the love in hip-hops craft
I'm good at bringing it back, thinking of raps that put 'em in awe
In the studio like I'm the wizard of Oz
I'm repping Kansas, my city right on my back
Align the craft with the vision, give me the mic and I snap
I take chances, multiplying all my assets
24/7 I been a lab rat
Bout to blow up, no Baghdad, my flow it impact classes
Globally rap classics, I ain't no backtracker
Backstabbers all on my app cappin'
I don't need nobody, my career I'm backpacking
Put a little love in it, let it capture folks
Blue Chip Hitta we gon' pass that dope,
Made the 316 more famous than Austin or John did exhausted cause I been
We getting high,
We getting high, and letting praise go
We getting by, we getting by
We getting by, through any angle
Roll one, hit them brakes slow
We flipping payroll
Do it cause I say so
My family thankful,
Music it's my Angel,
We getting high
We getting high, and letting praise go
Independent with a mission for a legacy
Load the beat up, my feet up, I need to let it breathe
Ain't nobody competing within reach,
My flow it consist heat, like Venice Beach
I speak for the ones repping underneath
Underground, stayed true through the ups and downs
I come for crowns, (Doo-Doo) what they wanting now?
That's a hundred rounds, bet a hundred now
Got the stamina, damn it, whenever cameras panning
See I'm the man of the hour, hand on the flowers I'm branding em
Body instrumentals so commonly, go and hand me one
Sentimental embodiments, make ya Granny cum
Out of solars, I'm bound to roll up a pound and I don't go just anywhere without at least an ounce of Doja
I'm the towns soldier
You're now tuned to the proud owner
Game over when the sounds roll in
Luke Schoenhofer
O/B/O DistroKid