SMR - We Out Here Lyrics

One time for the famo
One time coming live from the mad avenue
Sliding on all these niggas
Kill em all
These sideways niggas
Bunch of fake niggas
Coming with that fake shit
Got nothing to say on beats
About to put you in your place now
Wasting our time
Yeah
Catch this right here
I only move when the energy's right
I might seem strange
I can't be bought
Yet my style's on display
Let's elevate from street corners
And spread through galaxies
I bomb unique skills
And my ancestors are here to balance
Me
Cause all these kats who want beef with me
Once needed me
Funny, now they want my head
But I'm not built to fall, see
I don't beef, I uplift
I'm tackling my own hardships
So you can hate me for thriving
But my style drop cooler than Ice King
One flow and the whole game's on wreck
I represent cats like me
Doing filth in the project
No rest
Attitude on f*ck police
Cause we only run when we run the scene
Word from me
El Guro is a beast
El Guro is a beast
Emcee Ntswembu
I represent life I'm not meant for death
So what I'm saying
You wouldn't see me in a coffin if you overslept
Like Adidas
I stay ahead three steps
And my strength is
The mindset that I possess
We Out Here
We gon make it
We out here
We gon make it
One time for the Gods, kid
Overcoming all odds, kid
We out here
We gon make it
We out here
We gon make it
Fat chains with the ice, kid
Designer shit with no price, kid
We out here
We gon make it
We out here
We gon make it
We out here
We gon make it
We out here
We gon make it
Word to God
We run this shit
Rewind the jam
And catch the bliss
Join me as I take this moment
To pour some Henny over the grave of
Young Mushé and young Nasir
In remembrance of the real niggas
But I still got a verse for you
It goes like
Yo, my mind's free
No attached strings
My thoughts out the box
No packaging
See bells palsy
Tried to stiff my grill
But I represent life
I can't be killed
To peep the skill and not be jelly
You need vision
That's not controlled by telly
My intellect goes beyond your stretch
My words craft images I can't sketch
But my style here isn't egotistic
My purpose is to make dreams realistic
So even if things move slow
My energy will make the moon glow
Cause SMR is in the house now
Africanos in the house now
Y'all better respect the gods
Y'all gotta bow down
I'm with hustlers from both worlds
My corporate niggas getting paid as f*ck
My street niggas getting paid as f*ck
I need the vodka for a power up
So pour me something
Yeah, pour me something
Cause bitch, when I get my money right
You won't tell me nothing
Ray
We out here
We gon' make it
We out here
We gon' make it
One time for the Gods, kid
Overcoming all odds, kid
We out here
We gon' make it
We out here
We gon' make it
Fat chains with the ice, kid
Designer shit with no price, kid
We out here, we gon' make it
We out here, we gon' make it
Word to God we run this shit
Rewind the jam and catch the bliss
You know
SMR with the smoothness all the time
No false moves
LosAfricanos in the building
Yeah
Southwest side
BFN one time
Word to God we run this whole shit
Yo