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(Make some noise for my motherfucking man, cam groves Thank you, Portland) I hear a lot of talking macho But your shit is softer than the option of a taco Talk is- talk is cheap like when shopping at a Costco When I- when I set it off all my ops is getting toppled The underdog like a dingo But on the inside, feel free like it's bingo Hanging with my kin folk, rolling up that indo Eliminate the pain like I'm taking out a window My sixteen's pristine It's me, I'm better, each letter fit clean Heard y'all spit dog shit, nauseous, nah bitch Couldn't- couldn't flow dog if you found a faucet Eliminate impostors and frauds who like to name-say Hop up on this shit and whip your ass without a nae nae You sucky rappers need to sixty nine like Treyway Hard stuff, raw tough, bars nuts, payday I remember how they told us "man, look You'll never make it in", had to pull the ambush Never gonna comedown like the band bush Now we moving higher, back down can't look We mastered the basics, they mastered the fakeness We just put the conversation to detonation SongtexteSoon as they put the tape in, higher elevation (Where we gonna take 'em to?) Higher elevation (Y'all keep the same energy for my brother, Spose one time, make some noise) We survive while you die, that's Darwin Last time I sucked I was a toddler Your career swimming with a dolphin Lock us out, then we put a ladder to the window like Dawson Eastlin west in checked in like Dunston I could make it to a Benz out of that Datsun 'Cause I got that ambition, the man spitting, the fans listen Cam [?] after the transition my transmission International correspondents with fan base Shitty weed in England, that's okay let's have the clam bake Bro, you're a snake, how the hell you're gonna handshake? I'd rather jump into dude's fan blade and eat a used band aid Stack my money, never ending pancakes at IHOP Schemed on my plot since the iPod Since I was twenty like the vision of a cyclops In the blizzard with the scissors and saliva moving higher (And higher) I remember how they told us "man, look You'll never make it in", had to pull the ambush Never gonna comedown like the band bush Now we moving higher, back down can't look (We're too high) We mastered the basics, they mastered the fakeness We just put the conversation to detonation Soon as they put the tape in, higher elevation (Where we gonna take 'em to?) Higher elevation We're just getting started I mean we got you all night, right? Bars nuts, raw tough, payday C'mon, c'mon Chris Too good Aus Songtexte Mania