From the Ground Up

I spend my efforts on some heavy weapons, yea
Load up my vessel, full speed at them cannons
Companionship in danger always
Stands the test whatever one achieves
Wins praises from the rest i damn did it
Took it from my grandmother’s advice
I damn build it, I shook it
I baked it, I stirred it, now sip it!
Like ancient gods pick their
Way among the stones
We carry a pillar on the back of our bones
Cause no one had the guts to
Tear my paper into pieces
From the ground I worked my
Ass off to Masterpieces
Here’s a Christmas tree for you
To decorate the branches
Light up the candles bitch when
I do my entrance

It's all built from the ground up
Whatever it takes to get the Crown up
You swim with the greats
Don't make a sound what

Entrepenuer status
Tipping these rappers like cattle
Give to the poor, steal from the rich
We making it travel
Money come back all doubled up
We back in the saddle
Floating like hovercrafts, passing
All these maggots, still paddle
We get it on baby, girl it's hard labour
So just like Clark Kent
You see me working for the paper
Working to be the greater
I'm murking you to see you later
After life I proceed
You still be looking for your savior
Retainer, sacrifice the body of a stranger
We braver
And seperate the minds of a traitor
I made ya, look like a bitch a no-brainer
Rearrange your whole face
You better learn to dodge danger
We be building on pillars of stone
Fuck your throne you see me working
On one of my own
Get your cover blown, better leave this alone
Food for thought
Blood for bricks goes straight
Through the bone

Uh uh you already know
Bam Bam crown Order don't make a sound

Yo, Kunsthaanverk, legendary Queen shit
Crumble hash into the joint
I'm straight to the point
We're getting paper, birthday cake layer shit
Shoot a fox throw it on my back player shit
My team assemble Marks Man, drugs in the park
We smoking heavy got the lungs of a shark
Run from the narcs
Dip and hide, I treat this shit with pride
I see the whole entire floor
Got the Pippen eyes
Built a bridge like an immigrant
Head on a swivel
My trees are laced with some vanilla
My main shorty's chocolate
Plus she is known to aim the forty awkward
Paint my portrait I'm the boss
Hop out the side deadly
Feet hit the floor you see my Gators
Stay in the water, swimming on your haters
Many styles many flavors keep the
Nine with the laser

Straight up!