Verse 1 (iSH): Everytime I drop something I know that they love it I get a high from the music ain't Nothing above it You hear my songs everywhere You can't escape them Cuz my exposures indecent Like I'm fuckin in public If I can say for myself I'm awesome Trying to get that money on the daily Carson I be setting tracks on fire So it's just a matter of time Till I'm arrested for arson Never half hearted The boys committed So hatas I forget about em Like a parking ticket This us blue collar rap Nothing bout poppin tags Yet I'm still getting These fly women to Holla back Its like I got the game fixed I can't lose Keeping hatas on they toes like ballerina shoes Yea the name is Ish I'm that dude I'm cooler then Eskimo boobs
Chorus: We keep our eyes on the goalpost No sleep so we stockin' up on no doz No rest for the weary till' we old folks Memories fade but they stay takin' photos And when we get the time we gon' peep them But till then you know we keep reachin' Hard work is all we keep preachin' Lead by example no we're not leaving
Verse 2: Here's a toast to the good life a toast to the good guys Ain't going nowhere put away them good byes I'm only seeing like buttons and support now Never quitting never kicking when its fucking fourth down I'm on it... feels pretty good don't it? Seems like my grammar would be a product of Potomac But when I get it in I keep my license on poetic And I fuck that english language cuz' it needs to get bedded -you know that she can get it And even when I kick it loquacious She always breaks me off with the standing ovations Amazing but her love is always audacious I can't be everywhere at once no time wasted Leaving backs sore so they cop the capsazin Killing every fuckin' foursquare location 410 to 215, 215 to 416 If you needed heaters than you probably needed me and iSH
Verse 3: And I've been on for a minute, the music is my spinach Wanna eat it with my people you're the reason why I did it So thank you for the listens, epecially in the beginning You let me be myself, that's the reason we will get it Cuz' we're in for the honesty shittin' on the probably Definitely killin' it and we ain't gonna cop a plea Pop a fucking bottle of the vodka if you chopping beats Fuck a copyright you have clearance to fucking drop the heat FF is a wrap now, but I ain't gonna back down Stronger than I've ever been because you got my back now Put em' on your iPod... label it the cap n' gown We graduated cum laude dadi and we ain't playing round' So it's on to the my masters they might want my masters So if I start selling shit please don't call me bastard I gotta keep the lights on, if I'm gonna black out I don't see a finish line I barely got my map outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
