I shed a tear to this beat ‘fore I even could read it or write to it
Whether I’m scared or I’m weak I’m prepared to be there ‘til I fight through it
Put your ear to the street
Betcha you’re hearing I might do it
Might make it
Might lose it
Might hate me
I like you
If you type crazy
It’s like Ludacris’ type lady
Might move a bitch, right babe
I ain’t rude I’m just hype lately
Ain’t cool
Ain’t calm
Ain’t smooth, he’s a loser, improving and coming hard
All of the rumors are true when they
Tell you the tale of an Underdog

I thought he was finished
His spirit was broken then I saw his body replenish
You gotta be joking he’s out in the open now probably smoking some strawberry spinach
Broccoli Timbs for the beef when I thought we were closing the casket no body was in it
Going to plan now his foes in a panic, his hope should’ve vanished, it’s hardly diminished
I don’t understand like he’s talking in Yiddish
Father is God and his mom is religious
Caught in a jam ain’t a marketing scam there ain’t no propaganda man marking his image
How do we plan on us stopping the scrimmage
When he isn’t playing or clocking his minutes
I swear that we ran outta options, I’m sitting there watching him drop and my heart’s getting skittish
This shit is a rap
Pushing his limits to get on the map
Pushing to fit in the middle of madness
We couldn’t imagine he’d kill ‘em like that
Giving it back for the price on his head
Where was he at more than likely was dead
Over competitive fight for his life
Right when he picked up the mic and he said


I shed a tear to this beat ‘fore I even could read it or write to it
Whether I’m scared or I’m weak I’m prepared to be there ‘til I fight through it
Put your ear to the street
Betcha you’re hearing I might do it
Might make it
Might lose it
Might hate me
I like you
If you type crazy
It’s like Ludacris’ type lady
Might move a bitch, right babe
I ain’t rude I’m just hype lately
Ain’t cool
Ain’t calm
Ain’t smooth, he’s a loser, improving and coming hard
All of the rumors are true when they
Tell you the tale of an Underdog

This is the Tale of an Underdog

All the people that I talk to need an eye doctor when it’s ’bout the vision
You’d be shocked by what the scouts are missing
I got it locked like the house is prison
Bars are coming hot out the kitchen, and a
Couple chickens on the couch are kissing
Man, I gotta get this shit up out my system
Damnit just for once shut your mouth and listen
Wishful thinking that you’re even thinking
That you’re understanding what I’m sneaky linking
That you smell the coffee when it’s tea your drinking
Not a carbon copy, I be bleeding ink and
I’m a New Edition I be Bobby Browning
Ask the competition how you like me now
I think my body count is like about a thousand
But I like the sound of everybody doubting
The underdog

This is the Tale of an Underdog

Tell it
Go
Tell it
Go
Tell it
Tell it
Get up and go

This is the tale of an underdog