VNDXRGRXVND lyrics

[Verse 1]
This ain't no bullsh*t
This no J. Cole, Rock And Roll, this that Raider sh*t
Comin' from Downtown, stackin' my money down
You mixtape rappers won't survive in the underground
This Space n*gga is the Ghost, f*ckin' from coast to coast
n*gga, don't learn, he'll get burned like some french toast
Don't even get close to me with that bullsh*t
Live your life slow, or die fast from the bullet, b*tch
n*ggas they full of it, packin' like goons and sh*t
How you a thug, and it's 2011, b*tch?
n*ggas 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, b*tch, then what do you call that?
They say that I'm underrated, they gettin' hot to the sound
f*ck all you wack rappers
Who won't survive in the mothaf*ckin' 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 b*tch, I'm from Miami
Where n*ggas stay dolo-olo, and never playin'
'Cause n*ggas cut throat
Rest in piece, my n*gga Jitt from 18th Block, won't let go
And never wife a ho, If you like her
'Cause If you ever skeet in that b*tch, 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 mothaf*ckin' underground

[Outro]
Ay, my n*gga
I wanna give a mothaf*ckin' shoutout
To my mothaf*ckin' 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 sh*t right now
'Cause if he was here right now
We would be doing this sh*t right now
Wavvy Muney, Jitt, YML Jitt, Ladarius, n*gga, I love you, bruh
I'ma do this sh*t for you, n*gga, for real
You were at 18th block, you died on 18th
n*gga, the same street for life, n*gga
Till you got caught, you know that sh*t
What up Markese man, what up 'Kese, man?
What's good, bruh? Hold your keys, n*gga
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
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Put your family first, you feel me?
'Cause without family, it ain't sh*t out there, for real
Know what I'm sayin'?
And don't trust nobody
My n*gga 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