Paroles Up Social Club Misfits

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I’ve been down for too long
Gotta run it up
Pulling up in tha’ vroom vroom like a monster truck
Came from the bottom so you know wassup
Better check the score numbers going up
Going up
GO, GO, GO, GO, going up
Came from the bottom so you know wassup
Better check the score numbers going up

You gon miss me when I’m gone
That’s Lebron
Swerving every question
Asking where I’m from
They should know
That’s that 305
That’s that 561
That’s that 954
Headed out the door
Now gotta go
Peace out
Remember when I use to practice raps and call them freestyles
Used to wanna fit in, now I’m happy being me nowNow they email Mr. Santiago when they reach out
Back up on my feet, can’t let my team down
Oh yea
Got the whole bag
Gotta toe tag every verse
For the whole fam
We gotta eat
I got the heat
Where the dough at
Life is moving so fast
If you blink you’re gonna miss this very moment, wow

Let me run it up
They still won’t let me inside Canada
Waverunners on the White House floor
My son already told me I’m the man so imagine me rapping for applause, only the real would understand
Patagonia bags from the main to the courier
You couldn’t catch up if we let you, you’re talking ‘bout hurry up
Life is peaks and valleys like Tauren Wells
When your bus food waiting for you, you’re touring well
I’m writing like I’m Alfred Hitchcock
The flow is Orson Welles
I can often tell in 3 to 4 seconds whether your flow can sell
I’m OG Bo Jackson with the beast mode
Please know mi vida cambiada por Jesus Cristo
It’s Fernie baby Desde principio
Still see nobody, everybody’s see through, I’m gone