Put Us Down (feat. Dustin Hayes) Video (MV)

Yeah
We told you we gonna hit you with another one
Shout out to Chris Ash
Shout out to TRiG for the track
Let's get it
Yeah
Look, look

Living my dreams one day at a time
They throwing shade at the boy cause they know I'mma shine
They try to put us down but I ain't a dog
I'm a vet in the game, man, I feel like Chris Paul
Cause I'm blasting off like I ain't been using
Everybody tripping bout the game but I'm the solution
My name got me moving
I'm stuck between the artist and student
But no matter what I do I'mma change and influence how the game go
And my success beat the noise so I lay low
I see these rappers falling off by the case load
And it's rest in peace to motherf*cking Bank Roll
Fresher than everybody and then some
Aye, you can't find a way boy invent one
I be hopping on the beat so I can vent some
You ain't got your own style go and rent one, go and rent one
Ha, what's up

They ask me where I've been at and not where I'm about to be
They crowded me, they crowded me
They doubted me, they doubted me
They ask me where I've been at and not where I'm about to be
They crowded me, they crowded me
They doubted me, they doubted me
They're asking where I've been at and not where I'm about to be
They're doubting me, they're doubting me
They're crowding me, they're crowding me (Shout out D Hayes)
They're asking where I've been at (Shout TRiG) and not where I'm about to be
(I've got Printz in the studio with me)
They're doubting me, they're doubting me
They're crowding me, they're crowding me

Now ever since your homie was a child
You know I had to run the motherf*cking extra mile
To make it anywhere with this damn rap shit
Gotta chip on my shoulder like a third round draft pick, that's it
Blast it, on my pack shit, Pac shit
Flow sick, toxic
She want my package, box it
Stop it, y'all got me off topic
Midwest motherf*cker, country grammar, hot shit
Bro you can't compete, let's be real fam, you're not shit
Yeah I've been on my pop shit, but don't think I can't pop shit
Threw the game up in a cage and a hippy done locked it
Pray to stay obnoxious and bro let's be honest
You can't stop the man's concoction
I still get my ends though, with Printz though
Turn the bass to ten bro
Get to rolling down the f*cking window
Been dope, been throwed
Make the ladies tremble
Snare, snare, cymbal

They ask me where I've been at and not where I'm about to be
They crowded me, they crowded me
They doubted me, they doubted me
They ask me where I've been at and not where I'm about to be
They crowded me, they crowded me
They doubted me, they doubted me
They're asking where I've been at and not where I'm about to be
They're doubting me, they're doubting me
They're crowding me, they're crowding me
They're asking where I've been at and not where I'm about to be
They're doubting me, they're doubting me
They're crowding me, they're crowding me