J.Mag - Underdog

Hungry dogs fight
Hungry dogs run faster
Hunger strikes
Temple of the dog
Get your masters
I could stay in school but my mother said I’m a bastard
So I ain’t workin’ with a lot of class
Maybe math
Maybe everybody hates the underdog
So, they pout in the house
From the couch gettin’ high
Somewhere out in the clouds
With a plan to gain fans but they doubtin’ me now
I been movin’ with a purpose
You know, out and about
I never listen
What they pitchin’?
What they talkin’ about?
Too busy duckin’ from the rain clouds out in a drought
They keep wishin’ for my downfall
Countin’ me out
And Big Curt moved out
Now he down in the South
I just came with my team
Built a new regime
And we fuckin’ with bigger rings
Go get the money machines
Yeah
Pick apart the process
And everything in between
I mean, all we had was some dreams
Yeah
Fuck a heart on my sleeve
Wear it like a disguise
You see it up in my eyes
I won it like it’s a prize
I’m stomachin’ all the cries
My tongue is just fuckin tied
Fuck wonderin’ if I tried
I’m wonderin’ if it’s pride
I know
But will my voice be heard?
And if they hear me, will they feel me?
Will my sentence be served?
I’ve been
Cursed since birth
The way I feel the adversity
Nothin’ ever worked for me
This shit ain’t a first for me
See, the bigger the game
Bigger the play
How you gon’ play
When you change those rules again?
And you know my team the same
And you my team don’t change
Guess we the underdog
Guess I’m a underdog
Lookin’ for a safe bet
Yeah, I’ll take the underdog
Critics go insane
Like I’m, critically acclaimed
They think, clinically insane
I just think it’s in my brain
Gotta part ways
I gotta pardon my ways
I keep thinkin' like it’s golf
I’m bout to drive in the range
I’m all over the track now
I just started my race
I been whippin’ in the kitchen like it’s all part of the taste
I been 808 sippin’
You gotta pardon the bass
I got my Entourage with me like it’s all part of the chase
No Drama
I been thinkin’ ‘bout my mama like where the times go
Back when I was comin’ up
Crazy, but now the vibes low
People tried to tie me down
Hopin’ that that could try and slow
And every time, I see the vision
Especially, when my eyes closed
Took it as a parody
They comparin’ me
I always saw a difference
My heart is a pure rarity
I told the game marry me
She ain’t really laugh at me
But, laughed at the idea
I had a moment of clarity
Yeah
Don’t ever try to corner me, hater
I’m in stock
Just imagine what’s in store for me, hater
They gone
Mourn for me later
Get paper
Gettin’ my cake up
Y’all too busy screamin’ “wait up!”
I’m busy gettin’ my weight up
Face full of mud
I could, taste what it does
When I’m, tastin’ revenge
‘Cause I’m, tastin’ the blood
And I, hope that you’re ready
‘Cause I’m facin’ a flood
Year of the dog
It’s 2018 what the fuck
We won
See, the bigger the game
Bigger the play
How you gon’ play
When you change those rules again?
And you know my team the same
And you my team don’t change
Guess we the underdog
Guess I’m a underdog
Lookin’ for a safe bet
Yeah, I’ll take the underdog

Written by:
Justin Morrison

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