Donnis - Underdog lyrics

Country boy
Country raised so we country cool
AC, Bayside is the high school
I go hard ‘cause I’m playin'
For the high score
But they don’t seem to want
The country here no more
Iraq so combat is imminent
So violent is how we tend to get
Hip-Hop is my house, you a tenant bitch
And the rent’s due, you want some tissues?
Or do your tears dry on
Their own Mister Winehouse?
What’s there to whine about? Man
Let me find out that these niggas is gettin'
Feelings like females
And they turn G on they G-Mail
I will prevail
I could’ve touched this, no prevail
But, I ain’t here to give the details
‘Cause that ain’t me, hell
I’m just a product of the scars
And even young Simba must engage in war
And it’s hard when you the

Roadrunner tryna run it like an athlete
I’m the bomb bitch, ACME
They hear me knockin' and won’t let me in
But when you are far away from home
You are an alien so I blended in
Then got on track with A Trak
Ain’t peep the contract, decided to fall back
Cudi called back and it sent
Him through the roof
That was enough proof to show me
I could do it too
So Cudi’s on the moon and Drake’s so far gone
I’m finally famous like my boy Big Sean
This is the prelude to a dream
That I ain’t even seen
So I'mma tie this bowtie and
I'mma iron my jeans
I got a little clean, opportunity’s knockin'
The labels callin' numbers like
A god damn auction
Nobody was watchin', I ain’t feel like
A star, a star, a star, a star
I felt like an underdog

I was up every night, tryin' to get it right
I damn near went crazy tryin' to get it right
Now I see the light like a new born Christian
I’m the prescription for deaf sound launga
I am the karma for the lean and rockin'
Down South CEO tried to stop him
‘Cause ringtone money ain’t nothin'
To play with
The summer’s gettin' old and they
Got that same spit
Don’t need you outshinin' them
So the best way to keep you in
The dark is not signin' him
But the clouds can’t block the
Young sun for too long
I say we give change like a god damn coupon
Put my crew on then hop in the V-necks
Then put my crew on
They’ll hop in the V’s next
Nike convention, everybody gon’ see checks
Aretha Franklin owe me one and it’s respect
Niggas will neglect when you better than them
Won’t let you spit one twelve
If your pockets is slim
Fuck them ‘cause I’m on, I’m on, I’m on
And no longer the underdog
No longer the underdog
No longer the underdog dog
I’m no longer the underdog