[Intro]
Cory Mo
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, ayy
[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe, DUCKWRTH & Johnny Venus]
This song is for the wildlings without a crown (Get down)
'Cause where we from
You cannot come up 'til you get down (Get down)
You know when we see 12
We gon' get downed, so don't make a sound (Silence)
Now bring it back around (Get down, look)
[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Flow sick, hospital, every time I bust a riddle
You should feel like gettin' down (Get down)
Move your feet just a little, get to actin' like a pistol
Started bustin' on the ground (Get down)
You know I'm straight up out the Lief, better watch how you speak
Real G's don't chattеr (Shh)
From Bissonnet to Club Creek, if you loose with your teeth
Glass jaw get shattеred, ouch
But it don't matter, every hood the same
It's all a platter of disaster made
By hopeless bastards that been trapped in chains
Who grew up backwards and attached to pain
Ooh, ouch, but it's involuntary
The root of evil ain't necessarily monetary
My partners tell me I'm blessed to carry the commentary
Forward to the masses that never walk past the monastery
Ooh, holy flow, but you know me, though
Always weary of the coons and the okie doke
Shout out to modern luxury for editorials that showed
That we smashin' the fashion, the bars and the choreo, ooh
Cory Mo
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, ayy
[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe, DUCKWRTH & Johnny Venus]
This song is for the wildlings without a crown (Get down)
'Cause where we from
You cannot come up 'til you get down (Get down)
You know when we see 12
We gon' get downed, so don't make a sound (Silence)
Now bring it back around (Get down, look)
[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Flow sick, hospital, every time I bust a riddle
You should feel like gettin' down (Get down)
Move your feet just a little, get to actin' like a pistol
Started bustin' on the ground (Get down)
You know I'm straight up out the Lief, better watch how you speak
Real G's don't chattеr (Shh)
From Bissonnet to Club Creek, if you loose with your teeth
Glass jaw get shattеred, ouch
But it don't matter, every hood the same
It's all a platter of disaster made
By hopeless bastards that been trapped in chains
Who grew up backwards and attached to pain
Ooh, ouch, but it's involuntary
The root of evil ain't necessarily monetary
My partners tell me I'm blessed to carry the commentary
Forward to the masses that never walk past the monastery
Ooh, holy flow, but you know me, though
Always weary of the coons and the okie doke
Shout out to modern luxury for editorials that showed
That we smashin' the fashion, the bars and the choreo, ooh
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