[Intro: CRUCIFIX]
Dirty south baby (south baby)
Bukshot, CRUCIFIX (CRUCIFIX)
Rittz bitch, and Jelly Roll (and Jelly Roll)
C-c-c-c-c-Caskey (Caskey)
Yeah yeah yeah
Come on
[Verse 1: Jelly Roll]
Nine in the morning I already hit the G Pen (I did)
Musta lost my mind I swear that I jumped off the deep end (wee)
Looking round the room and I'm higher than I've ever been (what)
Can't believe I made it in this game, they finally let me in (hello)
So sick of the slick talk, haterade and whatnot (whatnot)
Just ask my homie Bukshot (Bukshot), I got more pumps than the truck-stop (woo)
See I'm from Cashville, Henny out to Big Zac (hey Zac)
Rolling in that old Cadillac, seats leaning back
I'm a grown man, I've been known to handle my business
And plus I'm high and hungry
I think I want chicken and biscuits (hello)
Man forgive me that's a stoner thought
I'm thinking out loud (thinking out loud)
When I'm in Louisville, me and Buk'll drink on the town
It's going down
[Chorus: CRUCIFIX]
Homie I've been scrapping for this dream since a young buck (young buck)
Blood, sweat, and tears grinding ‘til the sun's up (sun's up)
Don't let us in (in)
Don't let us in
Don't let us in (in)
Don't let us in
Put it on my life, I ain't got no fucking plan B, this is do or die (die)
And if I ain't wanna live in underground I keep a pocket full of paper as suicide (cide)
It didn't let us in (in)
It didn't let us in
Don't let us in (in)
Don't let us in, oh
[Verse 2: Caskey]
Them fools they done been kicked in
Ever roll round in a Benz with the windows tinted?
Looking like somebody slipped up and let me walk through the door
Now my car is beautiful, and my broad is beautiful
And my life, it is far from the usual
You can see the bloodstain on my cubicles
I put in that overtime and over time my work done blossomed (blossomed)
I ain't paid mind to the gossip (gossip)
I ain't let the shit be a toss-up
I would just dip when the ball drop
And I picked it up, now I'm the one who calls shots
I've been eating mufuckers, here, better all stop
Fore I lay the law down, they just a mall cop
And I ain't Trayvon Martin (Trayvon Martin)
But I'm from the city where it all went down (down)
Zimmerman one white homie that mufucker were brown
But it is what it is though
We ain't with all that racism, we just spread love
And thank God for these Js and the places we gon' end up
Wishing we ended up here
[Chorus: CRUCIFIX]
Homie I've been scrapping for this dream since a young buck (young buck)
Blood, sweat, and tears grinding ‘til the sun's up (sun's up)
Don't let us in (in)
Don't let us in
Don't let us in (in)
Don't let us in
Put it on my life, I ain't got no fucking plan B, this is do or die (die)
And if I ain't wanna live in underground I keep a pocket full of paper as suicide (cide)
It didn't let us in (in)
It didn't let us in
Don't let us in (in)
Don't let us in, oh
[Verse 3: Bukshot]
They don't want it homie (naw)
I'll put in on my kids
I'll put the scope on top they head just like a hat and lids
They see us winning and they mad, that's why they throwing fits
They didn't wanna let us in, they know we killing shit
I guess we finally made it
The Underground is here
Call it Prometheus cause I'm the fucking engineer
My water's shark-infested
I see 'em coming near
They looking for some chum (chum), all they get's a spear
My tongue is lethal, quick but deadly I come evil with it
Han Solo to Greedo wicked
My Weirdo people get it
You might need some back-up, get some more shooters
Cause I'm not selling out (out)
I'm not George Lucas (hahaha)
My shine is blinding me
Happy cause I finally shut these fucking haters up from quacking duck, dynasty
I'm like The Hulk cause I can feel the beast inside of me
Right outside your door with all my Weirdos and we rioting
[Bridge: Jelly Roll]
They fucked up and finally let us in (let us in)
They fucked up and finally let us in (let us in)
Fu-fu-fu-They fucked up and finally let us in (let us in)
They fucked up and finally let us in (let us in)
[Verse 4: Rittz]
Ain't nobody come in the game and did what I did get
Spit it for the regular people that had an impact
Never been on fronting shit, my humbleness is intact
Brothers sitting on them bitches tryna get some get-back
Kick back them pussy motherfuckers in the industry
Don't mention me when mentioning these other rapper white guys (white guys)
But I came on independent and my album was a classic, they gathering like I hit 'em from the blind-side
Touring as a opener, wasn't big sounding yet
Dropped a mixtape and let the albums headline the shit
Fans related to my music, had a common struggle so I hustled Tyna get me out the situation I was in
Counterfeit rappers getting paid
I ain't hating, I'm just waiting patiently and maybe we could get it now
Zippers in the plate of hate, the plate that bitch is mine
And they gon' have to let us in the door or we gon' kick it down
Go again, Rittz
[Chorus: CRUCIFIX]
Homie I've been scrapping for this dream since a young buck (young buck)
Blood, sweat, and tears grinding till the sun's up (sun's up)
Don't let us in (in)
Don't let us in
Don't let us in (in)
Don't let us in
Put it on my life, I ain't got no fucking plan B, this is do or die (die)
And if I ain't wanna live in underground I keep a pocket full of paper as suicide (cide)
It didn't let us in (in)
It didn't let us in
Don't let us in (in)
Don't let us in, oh
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