Smoke DZA - How Far We Go (Uptown 81) lyrics

[Intro] Right Gather 'round hustlas that's if ya still livin' And get on down with this THC vision [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] The last of a dying breed too many whack artists So tell em Parappa the Rapper n***a rap harder Like being garbage some type of disease I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe Ain't no problem to me, call me Father MC Pay homage to a God, b**h fall on your knees Hood booga wannabe house wife ga**ed off nini High sadity meanie tryna emulate the TV But this real, f** how you feel Call of Duty mode with these verses, lot of k**s First n***as doubted the flow, now how you feel? If this was back in the days you'd get a lot of gills Gimme mines, I really rhyme Yup really I'm, one of the illest n***as doin' it Or these n***as is losin' it, silly minds They try to style on a New York n***a Like my flow ain't cold like a New York winter I don't stunt, I regulate Seen empires separate Best friends k** best friends everyday For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good There's a Rich Porter story in every hood, DZA [Hook: Mara Hruby] No matter how far we go We forever be real, we'll never fold Know my n***as stay down, we all we know We gotta get it so we live it just remember what we do and won't stop [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] My turbulence put a burden on young herbs Once it's crackin' it's a chain reaction minus Yung Berg I'm on the verge of excellence k** em off with no evidence Take a shot at the Excorcist then X em out with these words Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines Big AK's like Alicia Keys abbreviated And nowadays n***as stand behind em like Clive Davis Clyde Drexler, before the hood got dribbled n***as right up on the stretcher An understatement said that K. Lamar was under pressure Don't press ya luck when I'm pressed for time Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind The president's prayer can't save us in my cul-de-sac There's codeine, crack and cognac enough violence to keep the devil smilin' while we whilin' on them corners with them ropes and rats n***a build a trap house, hope his homies don't run his trap See the Feds and tap out that's wrestler sh** Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your b**h We move in silence, like the potato tip when we ridin' And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens You ain't been where I been, I know where I'm goin' And life's a b**h, I know that she hoing I know what I'm sewing, what I reap I know that I'm flowing like water from sea or water from creek And if I don't speak, I know you ain't growin Cuz I'm a leader, respect it when you see em Accepted by yo new b**h, yo old b**h and yo BM Y'all always on that BS and PS I'm takin all fades I'm takin off first, this G6 is on it's way [Hook]