Earn It Up ft. A-Milly Lyrics

Blast off, I've come for the spot

How this lad box, he's unorthodox

Broke the pad lock, you're done for and not

In this rap talk, since son's scorching hot

I'm no novice, I'm Nostradamus

The prose iconic, show the prophet

Whose mode is solid, they're so appalled with

How I'm going off and explode, I'm throbbing

So roam with caution or implode your stardom, bitch

You know what the protocol's been

Reaching peaks with the team getting G's and the pounds

Rolling deep with some queens as we breeze through the town

Peep degrees, we burning up

No money down, we earn it up

Still on Vic Ave, they're turning up

As we bring home all the cash, we earn it up

So they spam the boss with the animosity

It's the one stanza God, there's no analog to me

And as the man evolves, there's no chance you're halting me

My span's prolonged so I cause panic constantly

No regard for non-believers

Or the mostly flawed phony frauds the genre feed us

I'm prone to barge in like Bonaparte to lead it

Until souls depart I mean it, rep home so y'all can see it

A victory when epiphany knocked

And delivered me to the hippity hop

So I listened and watched those who sit at the top

Since on rhythms they taught me to vividly rock

So legend has it my presence has been everlasting

You're bereft of passion, it's best that we never clashing

I ascend, prepare for lockdown

Inherit spots, bound for the chair of Pac now

Reaching peaks with the team getting G's and the pounds

Rolling deep with some queens as we breeze through the town

Peep degrees, we burning up

No money down, we earn it up

Still on Vic Ave, they're turning up

As we bring home all the cash, we earn it up

To the fam, God bless your life

To my peeps in the Chat, God bless your life

So Nas esque I write, the progress is bright

Project a hot mess for your conquest and psyche

In your sights is homie the Metatron

The Kobe of lexicon, below me's the rest of you

Approaching your epilogue, focused my steps and thought

For grossing the loaf until the moment my breath is lost

Yeah, counterfeit, they throw pounds

Get dismissed, no tricks encroach now

Hours spent, I sit and wrote down

Found the strength, do this, I'm no slouch

It's the new forefather, the globe trotter

A warmonger, a flow bomber since Obama

With the gold armor, I bogart them who know nada

Then it's to my throne honour to go ponder, holler

Reaching peaks with the team getting G's and the pounds

Rolling deep with some queens as we breeze through the town

Peep degrees, we burning up

No money down, we earn it up

Still on Vic Ave, they're turning up

As we bring home all the cash, we earn it up

Yeah, yeah the game won't stop

Still on Vic Ave we earn it up

Yeah, yeah the game won't stop

McNaughton and King, we earn it up

Yeah, yeah, the game won't stop

You know the whole damn city we earn it up

Yeah, yeah the game won't stop

From C-Town to Cape Town, the reign won't stop