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iso indies - the break out lyrics

[intro: dillmatic, conchezyout]
yeah, yeah
uh
what’s the word, word? (yeah, yeah)
iso (iso)
yeah, uh

[verse 1: conchezyout]
watchin’ steve wilkos, it’s what really got some sickos
blowin’ indo out the window
rest my head up on the pillow
goin’ under the influence like a limbo
thinkin’, “how can i add a couple zeros to my income?”
i want it all and then some, i ain’t tryna fall victim to the system
my life been so funny, i should probably do a sit+com
these hoes ain’t loyal and i sure know how to pick ’em
’cause they pick up every time they know the d+ck comin’
never act too interested, never get too intimate
them b+tches swear into them, but they don’t know you been through sh+t
i’d rather move militant than be a f+ckin’ impotent
and if i was a kid again, i’d learn to play an instrument
that shoulda, woulda, coulda been
every time i go away, it’s back into the hood again
know a couple hooligans
it’s always on their stupid friends whose stupid friends that wouldn’t even do for them
couped up in the trap, now it ain’t no lookin’ back, uh
used to work a two to ten, but couldn’t do no music then
but i’d rather do that before i sit up in a prison pen
now we cop the ‘quitment and we workin’ on some tunes again
me and dill was off, but that ain’t nothin’, we cool again
i do this for my momma and i do this for my papa
if you ever disrespect them, that’s gon’ make us have a problem, n+gga
since i was a toddler, momma told me, “never follow n+ggas”
that ain’t resonate until they shot my uncle cambo, n+gga
remember days when he used to take me to mcdonald’s with him
day i got that news, it was a hard pill to swallow
thank god he still alive to see another day tomorrow
that made me realize that our time is only by roll
so pop a bottle, yeah, yeah, pop a bottle, n+gga
just because your tomorrows, never promised for us
take that dollar, play that latto, if you got it on you
i know a lotta n+ggas flauntin’ it, but ain’t got it on them
sippin’ moscato, puffin’ gelato, readin’ asada
she want the cute begadas solemn next after they shot her
eatin’ ‘childas with my goddess, she the hottest to me
they only preen, but don’t like you, why you followin’ me?
[verse 2: dillmatic]
watchin’ jerry springer from the flunkies to the slingers
this that ballers versus ringers
who knew the money rap would bring us?
from the frontline to the wingers
drop an addy for the singers
all the bosses and the winners throwin’ up your middle fingers
this what makin’ it feel like even if you ain’t got a jet like still catchin’ your landing
when you miss the bottom step
blackberry filled with raps
that was back in teacher’s prep
we was taught to go and get it
they ain’t have to teach us that
mom’s was doin’ ot, bro was doin’ double shifts
what you know ’bout livin’ with your cous+outs, used to borrow sh+t
back when showin’ love, ain’t even need you a double clique
and disrespectin’ your elders, got your ass in trouble quick
girls yellin’, “your government”, but front like they don’t like you
and if you step on somebody, new kicks, they wanna fight you
you ain’t have to back out, now it’s straight machinery
when you get tired of the same view, switch up the scenery
it is what it is, but it ain’t what it seem to be
all i needed was one mic to believe in me
now i got a team, i’m on stars on my toon squad
sp+ce jam 11 sent, he jumpin’ out of new car
from a different galaxy, have you seein’ blue stars
it’s that dynamic duo, you know who the two are
you know, you are when they remind you who you are
takin’ it far, but how far is takin’ it too far?
way beyond this sh+t, i’m talkin’ ’09 sh+t
download an instrumental, tryna find a fit
puttin’ together mixtapes, tryna find a flip
doin’ free shows, tryna find a trip
payin’ for different studios, tryna find a l!ck
promo after promo, tryna find a fl!ck
a few video shooters, tryna find a grip
but them few verses now, yo, bro, we found this sh+t, yeah
[outro: conchezyout]
iso

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