Fist Pump Music

[Hook]
This is that mic, this is that booth
This is that feeling, this that mood
This is that passion, this that truth
This that street corner, that stoop
This is that get pumped music
This that fist pump music
This that lift up music
Never give up music
This is that stage, this is that crowd
This is that flow, this is that style
This is that shot, this is that blaow
This is that Horseshoe, this that sound
This is that get pumped music
This that fist pump music
This that lift up music
Never give up music

[Verse 1: Julius]
This that huh, this that yeah
This that ehh, this that chea
This right here man this right here
Everybody can relate to this right here
This that never give up shit, This that Khalil production
This the type song fellas pick up and women pick up
Both genders can bump this
Man I write all the time, to hell with sleep
Rain, snow, hail, sleet
The track got that I rapped on it is like my father dead beat
My pen game is like a wrestler, We're trying to broaden our repertoire
The industry needs C.O.B. in it like trying to spell the word Escobar

[Verse 2: Dice]
This that Cob, this that West
We all goin' right, We goin' left
We goin' fight, we hold techs
We don't sleep, we don't rest
Nigga we reachin' up for that top spot
Heatin' up like a crock pot
This that feeling that ballers get with one second left on the shot clock
My bills ain't paid but my due's are paid
If you ain't winning who's to blame?
I won't lose a game I don't lose a game
Put your fist in the air if you the same
I'm with the shoes, the shoes the gang
We don't follow rules we got rules to change
But no change in us you can't change us up
We animals we chewed through the chains

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Demetrius]
This that rah rah rah rah riding by with the volume on high
This is that ride or die ride or die Bonnie & Clyde shit bitch on my side
This is that ruckus causing that riot, this that fuck the law we goin' to fight it
Never fuck with y'all, never fuck with pigs, never fuck with hogs I'm on a diet
This is that Debo, Julius, Kenny, Dice, we the year 2015
Dre, Ren. Eazy, Ice, 2Pac shit - nigga all eyes on me
I'm an MC to the death as long as my heart beats in my chest
Imma beat on my chest make a beat on my chest
And rap to that beat until I wheeze out of breath

[Verse 4: Kenny]
Nigga just wait, nigga just wait
Me and my niggas all goin' to be straight
Nigga just wait, nigga just wait
Me and my niggas all goin' to be straight bet money
Life's a bitch I won't give her no slack I won't nap bet money
Like I'm anti hugs I don't hold back I'ma toe tag
Niggas making me kill em, just to make me a killin'
Niggas driving me crazy but if I'm headed there then I'm wheelin'
Hell yeah I mean business life is hell here but we livin'
I just want to help the kids that need vision
Let them know that failure is a decision listen

[Hook]