Foundation ft. Siravelli Lyrics

I'm from the slums where the bums eat crumbs

Where niggas that tote poles with clips and drums

Nightmare out in Philly, man it ain't much fun

Go and get you a gun, woah

I learned certain situations make some niggas fold

Some real niggas bold

Some real hittas and drillas you wouldn't even know

Shit, all this pain we spark a L and just let it go

The same thing for the dessi' click it and let it blow

I love the sight of the switchy tap it and let it roll

He mad I'm kicking it with bitch nigga that was the goal

Tell her kick rocks, hit the road after she take my soul

Ya know

Different flow

Voices saying they won't hear 'em

17 Shots, prayers help but they won't heal 'em

We got automatic shit they hit our mans we gotta kill them

We'll just wait for somebody to come

It'll be ok

Look in the mirror lil nigga is that the real him?

Will I grab the smith bust shots and go and send them

God, please don't deliver 'em on seen when we send them

Got ya whole block crying like "why the fuck we send him?"

Damn

Aye JD

Wassup moe

I-I think you gotta kill these niggas

Aye word?

I think you gotta kill these niggas

Just one time for the one time you heard me

Yo pass that shit bro

You already know (Yo this shit on this shit on?)

West side shit, nigga

202, JD

Jewel dropper regime

Fuck is they talkin bout?

Look

Wa-Alaikum-Salaam

Feel the ground underneath your feet sink

Beware you have awaken the god

Make no mistake or façade

This is not drill, I repeat

This is not a, fuck it I'm hot

Fire trapped inside a 5'10 frame

They tell me not to use my power in vain

I say they lucky if I use it at all

You can either take it now or you can take it easy

Oh my god it's Vallad, well my name precedes me

Bae, we going under and this might sound crazy

But you gotta dig deep just to build foundation

Either that, or this is where they finna put the grave at

Either way we gotta make space

Understand that I chose this

And I'm the one who wrote this to blame

Understand the craft I flown in isn't plain

Yesterday I was celibate now I'm fucking the game

And if you think any different then you fucking insane

Drop you from the heights of congress, MLK then split the difference

Travel down the old A6 and see how I'm living it

D12 to Motown, Marvin probably listening

They throwing more rounds than Mr. Michelin in Michigan

Down to my last, what's the point if they ain't listening

If they try and fence me in

I'm finna hop the fence again

Fuck 'em all, damn right JD been an animal

Dog eat dog world either dead or you a cannibal

Ain't no such thing as the innocent or vigilant

Everyone got a past and a mask what's the difference

Hoppin granny jag and it's sad that she missing this

Grabbing a pen and pad and turn fans into witnesses

Vallad

Fuck