Gravity

[Intro] They said we'd never make it They said the moon was just too far away They said we should stop dreaming We said, let's talk more Gravity on me, never let me down Just lift, gravity, will make Never let me go, no, no [Verse 1: Young Focus] Okay, okay, the moon is painted black today You killed the dream of another brother Hope your mom's a lesbian, cause karma is a motherfucker Yes I'm talking gravity, who guns heavy as ours Niggas think we aiming at them, but we shooting for the stars Where was y'all We formed another fucking race, gold chains, hella intelligent Heavy as elephants, chase I'm on my uhaul flow Put niggas in they place Cause more of us will probably go to jail than go to outer space Slow your pace, niggas dying, all he needed was a pension And she always had drive, all she needed was an engine When your fans turn to rappers in the city that you live in You go from the inspiration to the fucking competition Never give em pots to piss in, all these niggas I will body Got me screaming kamikaze, in a fucking maseratti Grab a shotty, put it to my body, say I pull it back I'd rather die before I sell out, or go lying on my back So tell my mother that I love her, give my Grammies to my granny Though I never won one bet this verse will put me in the standings How bout that, how bout that Pussies ain't up on my level Yeah god created us equal, but he also made the devil [Hook] I don't pull me down I don't pull me down, on me I don't pull me down I don't pull me down, on you I don't pull me down I don't pull me down on me I'd rather die before I wake I'd rather die before I wake How bout you? I'd rather die before I wake I'd rather die before I wake [Verse 2: Arcane] Now let that bitch breathe We tryna be blog post regulars We killing all competitors And veterans to new niggas who really think they better than us Steeze monsters they scared of us Like they was in the trenches, but wasn't under the bed with us Let's get it clear, the game is a mom, and the kids is the fans And it's really up to y'all, to let em know we here Get it, they didn't listen, they wishing they did Now they feeling regret, kickin' they selves in they ass and they dick And my venacular is, causing spectacular shit Come out my pen, whenever I rap its a rap in this bitch Uh, They said we would never make it, cause we wasn't pop enough Well that explains why all these new niggas, they copy us While they think it's a compliment Because they fucking mocking us And if I could be honest it's really the fucking opposite We did all this with no label or fucking publicist Cause being a self made millionaire was on our bucket list nigga Check! [Outro] You don't even know You don't even fucking know Gravity's got you We've been dead for 13 years The whole time you've been listening to a hologram I swear to god I miss the days of being grounded I swear to ground I miss the days of being god [Hook]