Fist Pump Music

[Hook] This is that mic, this is that booth This is that feeling, this that mood This is that passion, this that truth This that street corner, that stoop This is that get pumped music This that fist pump music This that lift up music Never give up music This is that stage, this is that crowd This is that flow, this is that style This is that shot, this is that blaow This is that Horseshoe, this that sound This is that get pumped music This that fist pump music This that lift up music Never give up music [Verse 1: Julius] This that huh, this that yeah This that ehh, this that chea This right here man this right here Everybody can relate to this right here This that never give up shit, This that Khalil production This the type song fellas pick up and women pick up Both genders can bump this Man I write all the time, to hell with sleep Rain, snow, hail, sleet The track got that I rapped on it is like my father dead beat My pen game is like a wrestler, We're trying to broaden our repertoire The industry needs C.O.B. in it like trying to spell the word Escobar [Verse 2: Dice] This that Cob, this that West We all goin' right, We goin' left We goin' fight, we hold techs We don't sleep, we don't rest Nigga we reachin' up for that top spot Heatin' up like a crock pot This that feeling that ballers get with one second left on the shot clock My bills ain't paid but my due's are paid If you ain't winning who's to blame? I won't lose a game I don't lose a game Put your fist in the air if you the same I'm with the shoes, the shoes the gang We don't follow rules we got rules to change But no change in us you can't change us up We animals we chewed through the chains [Hook] [Verse 3: Demetrius] This that rah rah rah rah riding by with the volume on high This is that ride or die ride or die Bonnie & Clyde shit bitch on my side This is that ruckus causing that riot, this that fuck the law we goin' to fight it Never fuck with y'all, never fuck with pigs, never fuck with hogs I'm on a diet This is that Debo, Julius, Kenny, Dice, we the year 2015 Dre, Ren. Eazy, Ice, 2Pac shit - nigga all eyes on me I'm an MC to the death as long as my heart beats in my chest Imma beat on my chest make a beat on my chest And rap to that beat until I wheeze out of breath [Verse 4: Kenny] Nigga just wait, nigga just wait Me and my niggas all goin' to be straight Nigga just wait, nigga just wait Me and my niggas all goin' to be straight bet money Life's a bitch I won't give her no slack I won't nap bet money Like I'm anti hugs I don't hold back I'ma toe tag Niggas making me kill em, just to make me a killin' Niggas driving me crazy but if I'm headed there then I'm wheelin' Hell yeah I mean business life is hell here but we livin' I just want to help the kids that need vision Let them know that failure is a decision listen [Hook]