underground.mp3 Lyrics

What

My lungs are boutta give out

When I listen I don't hear a sound

Exotic shit I come from underground

I feel like breaking through

To the other side

Why can't I feel what I felt when I cried

When I take meds, I don't feel fine

And your heart aches cause I killed mine

Yeah

First day out of hell what a ride

Came through with a bag and a smile

Paper checks cash 'em in for the fine

Imma tell you the reason I lied

I left nothing behind but my left nut

I came across the path to your love

Writing letters to you hoping I get lucky

Hit the jackpot it was full of bullshit

Yeah

Left pocket dog shit

I got a raw bitch

I got that raw stick

PTSD I ain't talking no nonsense

I got no conscience yeah

She ride on that dick like a hummer

She ride on that shit like Mercedes

Bitch Imma go crazy

I spin the block in a skate

Fuck it pop me a thirty bean

Turn the block to a murder scene

When I cut up you know that it's clean

Dropped a band on the whip for the team

I got me a soda I sip on that shit in the daylight

Bring out the big guns I shoot to get my aim right

Locked in the room with nun else but my thoughts bitch

Failed to be home by 11 I promised

Caught by the cops down the road its a plot twist

Making it out of the streets got me locked in yeah

Yeah

I got no conscience yeah

Yeah

What

My lungs are boutta give out

When I listen I don't hear a sound

Exotic shit I come from underground

I feel like breaking through

To the other side

Why can't I feel what I felt when I cried

When I take meds, I don't feel fine

And your heart aches cause I killed mine

Man down when I crash and I pass out

Looking at me mad like I'm bad why you call now

Stuck in bad traffic its a bad day to be out late

When I feel like fate is at hand

Imma take it up a notch call the cops

When I see you doing shit that you shouldn't

But you do cause its fun how bad can it be

To be seen wearing green in the street with a 2 piece

Blacking out on the curb catch me with a shawty

Tell me how it goes, yeah I will to be honest

I been trying to be at the top for too long

Making songs about my wrongs going along with the promise

Trynna found out who it was and what the cause is

Better to be inside than to get killed outside in the darkness

Living in the streets with the rats like I'm homeless

Figure eight miniscule when I pass out unconscious

Yeah

My lungs are boutta give out

My lungs are boutta give out

When I listen I don't hear a sound

Exotic shit I come from underground

Yeah