Ground Up - Whenever lyrics

rate me

Yeah, Philly, we got you!

Jersey I see you!

My bitch like wearing spandex

Smoke some weed and pop Xanax

Write that visa card at that MX

Cause I beat the odds like...

No sleep, no bed time

I like gold teeth, I like red wine

I stand out, no hand outs

There's no need cause I get mine

I'm still young, but I'm getting old

It's hard to tell who's friend or foe

My name popping up in a magazine

My bitch might as well be the center for this

It's top to bottom, head to toe

They always talk, but they never know

I dream 'bout my dream house

It's somewhere down in Mexico

You locked out, my boy's in

That's well done, that's more again

It's real shit, I kill shit

I still spit that poison!

That Anthrax, that cyanide

From... to high ride

I go hard, I'm Oh (?) God

With a gold watch, is my time

I'm here now, I'm shot two

I like one, so I got two

I got this, this hot shit

She topless, I'm not you, uh!

Never thought I be this good

My weed is good and so is she

I don't even have to say my name

These people seem to know it's me!

Chorus:

I tried to tell 'em, tried to let 'em know

It's top to bottom from my head to toe

They try to doubt us cause we take it slow

But if you got a problem, let the record show!

I could do this here whenever

I could do this here whenever

I could do this here whenever

I could do this here whenever

I could do this here whenever

I could do this here whenever

My flow make niggas uncomfortable

The elephant in the room, right under you

Right next to you, perplexing you

My prose make hoes this sexual

Yeah, was more chill, but I'm over it

I'mma know it all, if you ain't notice it

I'm single now, better hold your bitch

I'm sinking ships, better hold your lips

Walking in a hotel, my stogie get lit

Go to Philly and I learn what a hoagie is

Now mother fuckers know my name

Working on mine can't help you, lames

Don't hit my phone, I don't need no help

I don't need no loan in a mother fucking minutes

Cause I'm back home being on my grinds

I don't worry about mine, nigga I'm still young

I don't worry about time

Now they say we're so sophisticated

But I feel underestimated, man

Saying that shit since day one

Man, you must have thought I was hallucinating

Fans go crazy, haters hating

Cause I drop shit like oopsie-daisy

Not to mention my crew is amazing

You're overrated, they're overplayed it

Man, I'm rapping seventeens

Got me, don't mind me

I'm side B, and I'm dub C

Just met your gun she love me!

She's stripping down to her undies

Don't blame me, life's ugly

I don't trust me, I don't care

I don't need no summary now

Chorus:

I tried to tell 'em, tried to let 'em know

It's top to bottom from my head to toe

They try to doubt us cause we're taking slow

But if you got a problem, let the record show!

I could do this here whenever

I could do this here whenever

I could do this here whenever

I could do this here whenever

I could do this here whenever

I could do this here whenever

Thanks to Shela for correcting these lyrics