Smoke Dza - How Far We Go (Uptown 81) lyrics

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Intro:

Right

Gather 'round hustlas that's if ya still livin'

And get on down with this THC vision

Verse 1: Smoke DZA

The last of a dying breed too many whack artists

So tell em Parappa the Rapper nigga rap harder

Like being garbage some type of disease

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

Ain't no problem to me, call me Father MC

Pay homage to a God, bitch fall on your knees

Hood booga wannabe house wife gassed off nini

High sadity meanie tryna emulate the TV

But this real, fuck how you feel

Call of Duty mode with these verses, lot of kills

First niggas doubted the flow, now how you feel?

If this was back in the days you'd get a lot of gills

Gimme mines, I really rhyme

Yup really I'm, one of the illest niggas doin' it

Or these niggas is losin' it, silly minds

They try to style on a New York nigga

Like my flow ain't cold like a New York winter

I don't stunt, I regulate

Seen empires separate

Best friends kill best friends everyday

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

There's a Rich Porter story in every hood, DZA

Chorus: Smoke DZA

No matter how far we go

We forever be real, we'll never fold

We gotta get it so we live it just remember what we do and won't stop

Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar

My turbulence put a burden on young herbs

Once it's crackin' it's a chain reaction minus Yung Berg

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Take a shot at the Excorcist then X em out with these words

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Big AK's like Alicia Keys abbreviated

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like Clive Davis

Clyde Drexler, before the hood got dribbled niggas right up on the stretcher

An understatement said that K. Lamar was under pressure

Don't press ya luck when I'm pressed for time

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

The president's prayer can't save us in my cul-de-sac

There's codeine, crack and cognac enough violence to keep the devil smilin' while we whilin' on them corners with them ropes and rats

Nigga build a trap house, hope his homies don't run his trap

See the Feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch

We move in silence, like the potato tip when we ridin'

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

You ain't been where I been, I know where I'm goin'

And life's a bitch, I know that she hoing

I know what I'm sewing, what I reap

I know that I'm flowing like water from sea or water from creek

And if I don't speak, I know you ain't growin

Cuz I'm a leader, respect it when you see em

Accepted by yo new bitch, yo old bitch and yo BM

Y'all always on that BS and PS I'm takin all things

I'm takin off first, this G6 is on it's way