[Chorus: Ryan Oakes & Zero]
We get it straight from the source
We tryna make it to Forbes
We treat this shit like a sport
Spend all our days off the porch
They hate 'cause they broke, it's for sure
I got the keys to the doors
And, just to be honest, they ask if we got it and now we just tell 'em, "Of course!"
We get it straight from the source
We tryna make it to Forbes
We treat this shit like a sport
Spend all our days off the porch
They hate 'cause they broke as the shore
I got the keys to the doors
And, just to be honest, they ask if we got it and now we just tell 'em, "Of course!"
[Verse 1: Zero]
I ain't been around too much
I've been busy tryna put up with the work too
Even though that the ground you walk on strong, bitch, it's easy to be put up in the dirt too
I've been kicked around, fucked up, and brought back together
It's time that I show them my strength
'Cause I bang like Kurt Co—rock like Kurt Cobain—go bang!
When it's older, did it hurt you?
Murk you, sendin' bitches in like a curfew
Praisin' the Most High, bitch, I got a bird's view
Sick is bitter; livin' in the distance that the earth do
Lately, I been stampin', rappers put me in the worst mood
I know haters get stuck in positions that cause me to diss 'em
They witness position
When I come around and y'all panic, start bitchin'
And run to they friends for assistance, let's get it, I!
Headed up the hill with 'em
When they look me in the eyes, I got the fear in it
I ain't in the final form, I ain't near finished
You keep talkin' all that shit but I don't hear bitches, nah (nah-nah)
Who the fuck in the right might would send you or lend you?
'Cause you don't got skills, and I tend to be vicious
And all rappers would not commend you and said you pretend to be nice, I don't get you, like, ugh!
We get it straight from the source
We tryna make it to Forbes
We treat this shit like a sport
Spend all our days off the porch
They hate 'cause they broke, it's for sure
I got the keys to the doors
And, just to be honest, they ask if we got it and now we just tell 'em, "Of course!"
We get it straight from the source
We tryna make it to Forbes
We treat this shit like a sport
Spend all our days off the porch
They hate 'cause they broke as the shore
I got the keys to the doors
And, just to be honest, they ask if we got it and now we just tell 'em, "Of course!"
[Verse 1: Zero]
I ain't been around too much
I've been busy tryna put up with the work too
Even though that the ground you walk on strong, bitch, it's easy to be put up in the dirt too
I've been kicked around, fucked up, and brought back together
It's time that I show them my strength
'Cause I bang like Kurt Co—rock like Kurt Cobain—go bang!
When it's older, did it hurt you?
Murk you, sendin' bitches in like a curfew
Praisin' the Most High, bitch, I got a bird's view
Sick is bitter; livin' in the distance that the earth do
Lately, I been stampin', rappers put me in the worst mood
I know haters get stuck in positions that cause me to diss 'em
They witness position
When I come around and y'all panic, start bitchin'
And run to they friends for assistance, let's get it, I!
Headed up the hill with 'em
When they look me in the eyes, I got the fear in it
I ain't in the final form, I ain't near finished
You keep talkin' all that shit but I don't hear bitches, nah (nah-nah)
Who the fuck in the right might would send you or lend you?
'Cause you don't got skills, and I tend to be vicious
And all rappers would not commend you and said you pretend to be nice, I don't get you, like, ugh!
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