
Underdog Story Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
Oh my God, I see you clearly now
I don't know why you niggas thought this shit was old
They thought this shit was over for me
They ain't believe in it
In my dreams
I ain't believe in the shit that I was tryna have
But I'ma show you niggas why you don't ever count out the underdog
Oh, been back
40 hit a nigga, body turnin, em slim fast
I was deep down in the trenches tryna get back
Now I'm havin' it my way and havin' real cash
In my bitch bad
Sittin' pretty in this cleezy, countin' real cash
Double count the funds, I doubled up off a scam grab
Louis on my body, shoppin, droppin' real tabs
Lookin' at these niggas' faces, got them real mad
All these niggas started hatin' when I got it
Niggas started plottin, started snakin, started watchin
Niggas hungry, niggas tryna take what's in my pocket
But I never doubted it
Cause I kept this switchy right beside me, I did it
In the trenches, I did it
I was really on that block, serving pack, which I did it
I was really hittin' scams, droppin' checks, bitch, I did it
All that shit, they cappin, bout, them niggas ain't really livin
Bitch, I live for the trenches
Hold up, I done really glowed up
Kickin' bitches out, cause they ain't wanna get that whole up
40 to a nigga face, make a nigga fold up
Bitches tryna give me face, cause I'm bankrolled up
Swappin' when I pop him, I got options, bitch, hold up
Niggas hatin, bothered by this motion and tryna hold somethin
Sad faces, cause your man was trollin' and we showed up
Candle light, now we live twice, let me roll up
Niggas ain't believe the dream, now let me show it to them
My nigga Frank ain't get to see me ball, feel like I owe it to him
Niggas hatin, prayin' that I fall, I Guess they prayin' wrong
I'm rich, sinning, shining up from the dirt with this Rollie on it
This is bitch hittin, bad bitches, choosin' tryna fill me up with mixed liquor
I ain't payin' for the box, my bag for givin' mixed signals
Gun line laws, you pass the line, these bullets rip tissue
50 bone, tell my dawg, bark, they'll come, sickin
Perky for depression, all this trauma start to stick with you
Niggas talk behind your back for a smile when they was just with you
Uh, freestyle this shit, man but you niggas know my body
Niggas know I'm carryin' this shit, nigga, when I come with this shit, nigga
Niggas better put some respect on my name, man, you niggas is not fuckin' with me
Oh my god, I see you clearly now
You was hatin, nigga, keep dick eating from the sideline, nigga
In my dreams, you're here with me somehow