Underworld Gotham ft. Lord Nekros & Delta Deez Lyrics

No matter how you call it we all got problems

Only got couple options double cup dirty solvent

So what's popping they ain't know that we was watching

I identify a problem work my way from the bottom and I got em

Yeah shoulda known we was plotting

Shoulda knew that from the roster

When you knew me shoulda bothered

Now the new me is the topic

Topping B is not an option

Bat signal spotted this is Underworld Gotham

An I got so much trouble on my mind

No way to rewind what's gone

Way to re-write a wrong

Weighing the either ors

Wait an retry tomorrow

Look I'ma reap my rewards

Fruit of my labor know it's B-side Tailored

Sweet an sour flavors In a Taylor Gang paper

Take a plane to Jamaica twist lock with the natives

On a date with Mother Nature

She keep flirting with my neighbor

Used to hit the bootlegger knew a few moon shiners

Went and got the dreads came to work an got fired

An I have been grinding almost all my life

But I don't get tired

It's the way that I was wired momma raised me she a fighter

I been pullin' all nighters with the gang they some riders

Got luck of the Irish pot of gold I've acquired

Still got a couple priors but I hit up my supplier

No matter how you call it we all got problems

Only got couple options double cup dirty solvent

So what's popping they ain't know that we was watching

I identify a problem work my way from the bottom and I got em

Yeah shoulda known we was plotting

Shoulda knew that from the roster

When you knew me shoulda bothered

Now the new me is the topic

Topping B is not an option

Bat signal spotted this is Underworld Gotham

I'm indebted to weed vaping and vodka

For always being there through my traumas

Kept me from being a monster

At this point it's fuck the metaphors

I'm just being honest

And to say I'm drinkin' heavy

I think that's being modest

I'm only toxic cause of poison that I put in my body

And the road to gettin' clean's always sloppy

I ain't hit the gym in months

But always make a point to hit the corner store for blunts

Smokin' on my sons I treat these rappers like they runts

They tried shittin' on my life

So every day I got the runs

Cause they won't give me my ones

I can't seem to shake the feelin

Of turnin' into the villain

There's murder behind these curtains

I'm tryin' not to unveil it

They watchin' my every movement

The fans feel like surveillance

Don't think I won't be famous

Cause privacy what I cherish

Pull up too deep they gon' perish

Postin' every time I got that shit on

I'm just raisin' awareness

No matter how you call it we all got problems

Only got couple options double cup dirty solvent

So what's popping they ain't know that we was watching

I identify a problem work my way from the bottom and I got em

Yeah shoulda known we was plotting

Shoulda knew that from the roster

When you knew me shoulda bothered

Now the new me is the topic

Topping B is not an option

Bat signal spotted this is Underworld Gotham