The Mountain Lyrics

I don't make records for radios and clubs

I make bangers with crazy lows for subs

It's like drugs I slang over the organ

Nothing but oldheads in my gang like Duke Morgan

What's Happening? I'm rappin in my bedroom recording

Scratchin wax with idle hands, it happened out of boredom

Mixed and sort'em on a hard drive and stored'em

Left'em for dead post one now they postmortem (more them)

Some call me Terrence, some call me Side

It don't apply to the rest if they don't comply

My years 'added up' and blessings start to 'multiply'

Don't get 'subtracted' out the faction tryna cause 'divide'

It's Mathematics Mos Definitely, music sound menacing

Beat deafening, sounds like a day of reckoning

Meant to intimidate any second string fledgling

Who ain't old enough to catch everything I'm referencing

They unequipped, even when I brag I'm on my humble shit

Guess it don't matter what you saying if you mumble it

Took the time to write it down instead you need to crumble it

I wonder who tied your shoes for you cause you dumb as shit

I'ma keep pushin'

Dancin' and movin' like they ain't lookin'

Even though I know they are, yeah the loves bizarre

Keep adding up the numbers I ain't even countin'

I see you running while I'm walking on down the mountain

I'm tryna hit'em like that Melle Mel Beat Street second verse

Prophetic with it gotta listen to the record first

Don't be a slave to no computer he was saying then

He ain't waste a pen it still apply to the days we in

Tryna roll a pair of dice and get to paradise

It's all a gamble when ya ice look like Vegas lights

Them young buls they ain't tryna hear ya pain and strife

Teeth shining while you talk you coming off that chain tonight

In the Wraith like they studying astronomy

Make thugs discharge them slugs dishonorably

Dude deliver food and do uber gig economy

Can't compare or share the same air no synonymy

Tryna be a motivation with your gadgets and gizmos

Make'em pull out the big nose ratchet and grip those

Busy talkin bout all your plans, leave'em out

Cause they over here killing everything you're dreaming bout

Forget the truth the lie is more entertaining

People crappy and they hating everything that make you happy

Call the Barbecue Becky and the Permit Patty

They be blowing out your fire before you roll up ya fatty

I'ma keep pushin'

Dancin' and movin' like they ain't lookin'

Even though I know they are, yeah the loves bizarre

Keep adding up the numbers I ain't even countin'

I see you running while I'm walking on down the mountain