- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Ryan Pillman, raising the ire of this capacity crowd in the Hartford Civic Center
Ryan Pillman
And here we go
This is what they've been waiting for all night
I don't know why people like him
But they do
Oh, wait a minute
From behind! It's the Harts from behind
It's a 4-on-1 gang attack
Good grief! Austin's been dismantled
His very own championship belt being used against him
It's carnage
Look at what they're doing to Austin
I owe it to my son
Yeah
Just let it breathe
I never break promises
I never break promises
Still earning SOS, yearning love, mirrors of smoke
The action meant more than the words not spoke
The purge, goat, no sub, just marine on below
Crushed under the pressure, the levels we show
Make no mistake beyond, say I ain't taking a soul
My space is jammed, my skill story untold
Boat of Usain holding back in packs of crowds
Let the aura tell a wizard, hazards of fake smiles
Quote son, the zoo blocks spaces and aisles
Pure heart, belief starts in the words to a child
Determined cause life works and just take it and smile
Accept the good with the bad, the balance compiled
Wrote two verses, they keep me company, how
Three verses would just be much of a crowd
Go with the coup, niggas is follower proud
Till the leaders show belief and step away from the crowd
Dope shit, you can wait, ain't no scaling it down
Cause heavy is a head that acquired the crown
No land, astros, cosmos cover the mound
Made a promise to my son, held the truth, my vows
Built for greatness and take the shape and graces
The pen gave seals to chills, I ain't erasing
Explain the bag chasing attached with sad faces
Clash of cash, flash, gas and mass faces
Glad bag tied, country band cash wasted
Doing this for studio time so I can make it
Prepare a glass of Henny with no chasers