Everybody gonna listen
Tune in to a new transmission
Flip your dial, file in, and listen
As I style; profile the image
And the crowd gonna see it
Gathering around like a town hall meeting
Figure that I got to be profound even
If the sound’s not leaking out the foreground speakers
Till I’m speaking and it peak out my level
Bring out the bass as we route the treble
You’re in trouble if you settle
So I settle for the road less traveled, gonna battle for the medals
Set apart by my new purple heart
I’ve been used to the scars. I call them my beauty marks
By that definition, I’m gorgeous
Ease in my steez while you feel you got to force it
Maybe you’re just not for this
When you’re 4’6” it’s hard to get ahead like Portis
I think you need to speed away like Porsches
Feet off the street. Stay on your porches

(hook)
Blame the music it made me do it
Go with the flow like you’re made of fluid
If you go all in and you’re made to do this
Blame the music it made you do it
And I grind again
I go in. I grind again
Watch me go. I grind again
I go in. I grind again

Since the first line traveled
Out of the fountain, grounded, unraveled
Over loose leaf, through me it rattles
Into the air meant to round up the cattle
Hit your soul. See the music take over you
Don’t press till it’s overdone or overdue
Peep game, here is a general overview
If it ain’t natural then you’re over. Through
Throw in the towel because you’re mismatched
When you only build a bridge to get a kick back
Chill, sit back. See a pro? In tact
See the throne? In fact. Leave alone, get that?
With every snare, kick drum, or harmony
Starts away but ends as a part of me
So please pardon me
Because I feel I got to rep it
Step and stand for the artistry

(hook)

It’s give or take on an even exchange
Flow through the blood, IV in the vein
Sold as a drug or a brothel with a rub and tug
You expect it to be on the brain
We saw the game and made off
Like “Bernie” and surely we’re working our way to the playoffs
Throw out the scoreboard. Its game on
Screaming out “Car!” because we got the drive even if the street paved wrong
Kick my feet up and take on
Position of chief because my plans are to stay long
Cut down my foes. One by one…they got to go
Cause there’s no progress with that type of role
I learned that this here’s a tough business
You can’t just flaunt new shit and fuck bitches
But if I could then my one wish is
To run this bizz
And have a fly ass mistress

(hook)