Mark Battles, Dizzy Wright - Conscious lyrics

Yo, we’re here man, four hundred
Thousand downloads, forty thousand sales
It’s Fly America man

Let’s toast to the fact that
I rose from the cracks
Now they gotta pay me for
The shows and the raps
Don’t you get too crazy
Got my bros in the back
Shout out my nigga Scrap
He’ll leave you where you at
But I ain’t into that I’m
Tryna keep it so cool
Said I was the man, well man, that’s so true
Even without a signal my messages go through
Said you want it, but I need it
I’m guessing we both do
Told you that I’m here and
Don’t take it for granted
Tryna open up these doors and
I ain’t being romantic i dropped pre-season
Now they starting to panic
Better tell Bruno Mars that we
The best on the planet
I’mma get it ‘cause I’m so efficient
With more lines than a coke addiction
This broken system can’t hold me victim
I know the difference
Frigid, they scratch their head
Saying "no he didn’t" go hard
Shut down your bars like the prohibition
My family trippin’ ‘cause I’m
Rolling the dice all the wrongs in my life
I’m here making them right
Yeah it costs to be the boss
That’s why I’m paying the price
Turned a dream into a thing
What a hell of a life it’s Battles

Knocking it out this time little bitches

Trippy thoughts baby
Don’t be scared of the future
Don’t pretend that you like being somebody
That you ain’t used to my flow cold
My mother could see that way before computers
It started in me and now I
Got game for all the intruders
Cause it’s world peace ‘till
The end of times
Smoking weed and preventing crime
Tell em all my niggas finna shine
(yo all my niggas finna shine)
Look, when we yelling loud
Niggas told me to settle down
I sped up just to leave
Suckas, y’all fell off, and I held it down
I swear I could sell anything
Pretty much too big for anything else
Look, without the wealth I was
Spitting that shit they felt
And busting shit in the studio in
That Vegas heat until I melt
Come back to life
Told ‘em I got dabs on that championship belt
Nice guy but
I ain’t tryna to 2-step with niggas
Them thirsty niggas only make me
Wanna suplex a nigga (got ‘em)
Fuck who you met nigga that dickriding
Shit is whack to us
Them cool kids that won’t change is
Making motherfuckers adapt to us