Underground Hov

[Hook]
Just let me know
Friend or you foe?
In this era, no difference from heaven or hell I suppose
Got product to pitch
Like rock on the stove
Like a New York Nip
Underground Hov
She call me toxic
They call me conscious
Suck me unconscious
Hug me in public
Fuck me in private
Just being honest
You something to vibe with
I need a Beyoncé
Kick it with some Solange's

[Verse 1]
We was youngins on the internet
In it to share what our vision is
Now we talk shares build businesses
For brothеrs & sisters to benefit
Assisting my richеst constituents
I feel like Nip with this Olympic shit
It’s like the Marathon continuing
Its got me feeling like I'm him again
Runnin' shit up in my chucks or my Timberlands
Beef and broccolis couldn’t cop a pair
Now we test how LA & NY compare
Raised by mama, no pops was there
Learned to hustle to cop what I rock or wear
True shit
The kids in the school are just ruthless
Bullied or hated on me for hand me downs
Still clown on my new shit
Getting too lit
Illuminati want my soul and body
But the lord is solid, know Jahova got me
Friends folded like some origami
Peers jealous of my aura probably
True shit, I got me some negative muses
Some people I love with opinions bout everyone's business
But never'll do shit

[Bridge]
We can get to more money, eat together
Or go to war, it can be whatever
You know I'm with it anyway it go
Whether known or a secret treasure
When I'm gone, I'ma live forever
If you love me let a nigga know

[Hook]
Just let me know
Friend or you foe?
In this era, no difference from heaven or hell I suppose
Got product to pitch
Like rock on the stove
Like a New York Nip
Underground Hov
She call me toxic
They call me conscious
Suck me unconscious
Hug me in public
Fuck me in private
Just being honest
You something to vibe with
I need a Beyoncé
Kick it with some Solange's

[Verse 2]
Moving on to the next
Check me out
Wish you all the success
Check me out
I know that you stressed
Check me out
Alone and depressed
Check me out
Abandonment issues, from women & homies
That know you the best
All the hate that you hold in is starting to show & project
Shit could get ugly
Just get to ya money
Took a look at that shit...
It wasn't for me
You think you hubby
But its the allure
Of hittin’ the bank to withdraw
Knowing you wouldn’t be bending it over
If you wasn't breaking her off
Akademiks I’m the prize, bitch
Why would I sweat or lose sleep off a freak?
They come frequent in all shapes and sizes
The reason my main is my side bitch
I'm on Slauson and La Brea
Me & Dyme Taylor showin' off my diamonds
Son a star & he the people favorite
You can blame the nation
How I'm rockin’
Dyme