Torch lyrics

[Intro: Pouya]
Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live
I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my sh*t
Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I'm a God, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

[Chorus: Pouya]
Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live
I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my sh*t
Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I'm a God, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Drinked a pint tonight, so all my nightmares gettin' worse
pus*yboy don't want it, man, this Uzi di*k gon' burst
Triple six forever, b*tch, my lonely soul is cursed
And I'm only gettin' money, swervin' Porsches on the road
b*tch, I'm so twisted, these Perkys I'm takin'
Got love for no b*tch, so hell no I'm not cakin'
Your clique they all fakin', you people they hatin'
I'm six-figure stuntin', my chain it keep weighin'
Totin' my Nina, it's spraying
My money stay pilin', yours vacant (Skrrt)
No fronts, b*tch, I only do payments
f*ck the show up 'til the blood hits the pavement
[Chorus: Pouya]
Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live
I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my sh*t
Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I'm a God, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

[Verse 2: Pouya]
She told me to go to Hell
I told her I'm already on my way over there, ain't nobody care
Keep a gun on me 'cause life ain't fair, I swear
These hoes wanna get to my share
Got cash on me, I'm no square
Underground Underdog, better beware
When I geeked on these rappers right under their chair
Yuh, f*ck you and yo' mama, b*tch
I cannot relate, lil' b*tch
I'm sick of these faces, b*tch
Everyone wanna be famous, b*tch
FTP, b*tch, suck my di*k
f*ck around, get hit with the stick
Underground Underdog
Run around with a gun deep in my drawers
[Chorus: Pouya]
Sleepin' on the couch, just tryna get it how I live
I got a few dollars on me, mane, I gotta get on my sh*t
Sellin' weed to my boys to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don't play with my money, don't you make a stupid choice
You ain't 'bout that business, you ain't dyin' for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I'm a God, baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours