Tanya Morgan - So Damn Down lyrics

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Thank you for coming out tonight
To join me and my friends, the Rap Pack
Von Martin, Donny Davis Jr, and myself
Old Brown Eyes

It's the Cincinatti-Brooklyn Rat Pack
But there’s no mobsters, champagne, or stacks
So if you think that I live it like a tie
Put down the rap books and take
A look into my eyes
All that I can give to you
The fans say I’m not feeling you
I’m better off un-digable
You sort of get the boo and critical
And easily forgetting you
And now the fans are feeling ooh
But when the temperature rise
And you get a little flame get a little fame
They didn’t wanna know you
Now they wanna know your middle name
Hot damn how’d I get into this game
I complain about this, complain about that
But, it's no turning back from the grind
‘Till I make what’s mine
I’ve already made my mind up
Now it's time to climb up
The shine high up in the sky sunrise

Don’t hate my crew
‘Cause we get so damn down yes, so damn down

I got the gift of gab
But having swag isn’t dissing me
You ain’t saying jack
Word to Questo, , and them
They play the tape when we was Moonlighting
Or more like when we
Ain't no know better than
Hoping shows get to them
Like no dose medicine open doors, let us in
The game ain't a gentleman
Even see a veteran and wonder
What it did to him listen
All God need is us three life’s a party
Yall ID’d but not we and probably
Still online while I’m grinding
Logged on while my lungs i’m loving the hate
That’s just how we relate
Let the fans on you critics
I ain't trying to debate
On demand, so you get it automatic, no wait
Damn downs how I get when there’s
A lot on my plate

See this go around
I’m going around any obstacle
And giving the popsicle to
Critics and hospitable women
See I could use that as a diss
Or use that as a gift that comes after a kiss
I can slay ya mafia style or slay ya like
Horse head in the bed
Soon as she’s waking up
When Von’s on the mic, lyricism ain't a issue
Soon as I write it down they write it up
Simple i used to get paid by the week
Never got paid by the streets
Now I get paid by the beats
That’s a fancy way to say I’m broke as hell
These rappers man they your Myspace quick
But ask for a dollar and
It's "Man that’s a grip" i be right back
Thank God I can jog while the track
‘Cause, I’m the main one that know
What to say on the track so we out

Is this thing on hey
Let the beat ride out let the beat ride out
Hey i said hey just let the beat ride out
We gonna let the beat ride out
This is Brooklynati
You can do it however you wanna do
Whether you like it or not
Don’t hate my crew ‘Cause we be so damn down
So damn don’t…my…’cause…so
We gonna let the beat ride out uh, uh, huh
Listening to Brooklynati
And you can do it however you wanna do
Are we there yet?