Loud ft. Father Nature, Ubi & Mark Battles Lyrics

I came through with a big baggie, ever since she call me daddy

If you ask me what think, I'll look right at you, say get at me

Then get back to what I'm after, boy I'm building up this castle

Brick by brick, I flip the script, then I drop that girl my addy

Yeah you ever want something so bad you'll harm yourself to get it

Well I been on my grind so long, I almost lost the vision

When your battling yourself, you're your own damn opposition

So when the question come around, I say fuck no man I'm not quitting

I got dope bars, I got that loud shit

I've come so far, not stopping now, shit

I got a sweet mix, it punch a loud kick

I'm in the weeds, shit, I'm blowing loud shit

I got dope bars, I got that loud shit

I've come so far, not stopping now, shit

I got a sweet mix, it punch a loud kick

I'm in the weeds, shit, I'm blowing loud shit

Yeah I got dope bars like Russell said

I spoke for the bread, with the mind of Mozart

Keep my composure focused and fed

Better call the Coastguard, kinda feel like I been close to the edge

Light up a bowl, and smoke an L, take that smoke to the head

I got a cold heart, I told em don't start

I know I broke hearts, but those marks

Flow with no heart, and don't want no parts

These loan sharks, think they so smart

For real they can't create they own art

All bite and no bark, that's why they poach ours

I'm feeling so large in a cast of co-stars

No Tony Starks, only amateurs who act like Bogarts

I know my part, the commander running the map and flow chart

Never rap a low part, it's sink or swim they lack the sonar

I got dope bars, I got that loud shit

I've come so far, not stopping now, shit

I got a sweet mix, it punch a loud kick

I'm in the weeds, shit, I'm blowing loud shit

I got dope bars, I got that loud shit

I've come so far, not stopping now, shit

I got a sweet mix, it punch a loud kick

I'm in the weeds, shit, I'm blowing loud shit

Aye I'm dope, better call the dealer

I feel like Michael Jackson cuz my life a thriller

The labels want to trap my soul, Bryson Tiller

All this fake shit make me realer

Cool, but in the booth I'm a fucking killer

It's body after body, make em all remember

I'm cold as winter, January, all December

They paying me to talk like a call center

Yeah, so I'm back on my shit

Am I Saint Nick, wrapping the gifts, stacking the chips

Forgive and forget you actually quit

Give am a hit, bar after bar, no radio shit

Funded myself, making it flip

It is what it is, they hate that I'm lit

Hit the studio again, then take me a trip

But I'm barely taking breaks

My mama made me great

The struggle made me hustle

I had to make it shake

I got dope bars, I got that loud shit

I've come so far, not stopping now, shit

I got a sweet mix, it punch a loud kick

I'm in the weeds, shit, I'm blowing loud shit

I got dope bars, I got that loud shit

I've come so far, not stopping now, shit

I got a sweet mix, it punch a loud kick

I'm in the weeds, shit, I'm blowing loud shit