(But I made it from my dungeon, but I made it from my, yeah)
[Verse 1: David Ryan]
Exclamation on emotions, through all this Covid commotion
I meditate for 30, then I throw on some Frank Ocean
Momma knows that I’m a star, my Dad thinks that I’m coastin’
I think I’m gonna go far, look at the numbers I'm posting
Roll up a cone, I blow out the stress
I can’t hold a job, my life is a mess
I’m pushing it down, I can't keep holding it in
So I pour up a glass, and I pick up the pen
I win every day, ascension I levitate
Attention coming my way, all the tension that I create
We don’t need your help, we can do it all at 108
You might have trouble at Heaven’s gate
We spread love, you spew hate
A million fucking friends, why am I still alone (why's that)
Bottle open, headphones on I'm in my zone (right)
When I go home, nothing but disappointed tones
Cause my dad don't think I’m grown, so I write another song
[Verse 2: Jeff Porter]
Yeah, I give you bars upfront, like bodegas or convenience stores
If you’re looking for inspiration, I’m a convenient source
Charged up, similar to Drake or a Rayovac
Never wave the flag, especially when I slay a track
Needle in the haystack, you’re washed up
We should call you Maytag
Mixtape flow, bringing ‘08 back, 2021 vision is never impaired
Especially when I’m rapping over beats by Shamir
Get a little more creative when I’m sipping this clear
Liquor off the Richter, we smoke cones, so fuck ya swishers
I’m here to stay in the rap game, so I guess I’m a permanent fixture
Me and David on the beat, it’s such a deadly mixture
A couple shots of sake, some hibachi with the ginger
Rest in peace to Big L, you see the big picture
So fall back, like Kool G Rap, a booby trap, you can’t escape
I decimate, then levitate, you don’t want this shit to escalate
[Chorus: David Ryan]
No knock offs or gimmicks, know my heart’s really in it
Sipping grapes from the vineyard, got my living room spinning
See how sharp my pen is, new songs all for your consumption
Rise up, call it ascension, but I made it from my dungeon
[Verse 3: Jeff Porter]
I keep it realer than most, bet your ass I’m so authentic
Run the Town of Boston, you motherfuckers are authentitious
Break your legs and tell you to your face, there goes college soccer
Then I break into Fenway Park, like a Charlestown robber
But the difference is, I’ll escape without a fuckin’ blemish
Then my legacy’s cemented, put my number in the garden
In the rafters, then I’m after, killing all that shit I started
More meticulous than Colin Sullivan in The Departed
[Chorus: David Ryan]
No knock offs or gimmicks, know my heart’s really in it
Sipping grapes from the vineyard, got my living room spinning
See how sharp my pen is, new songs all for your consumption
Rise up, call it ascension, but I made it from my dungeon
(But I made it from my dungeon, but I made it from my dungeon)
(But I made it from my dungeon, but I made it from my dungeon)
[Verse 1: David Ryan]
Exclamation on emotions, through all this Covid commotion
I meditate for 30, then I throw on some Frank Ocean
Momma knows that I’m a star, my Dad thinks that I’m coastin’
I think I’m gonna go far, look at the numbers I'm posting
Roll up a cone, I blow out the stress
I can’t hold a job, my life is a mess
I’m pushing it down, I can't keep holding it in
So I pour up a glass, and I pick up the pen
I win every day, ascension I levitate
Attention coming my way, all the tension that I create
We don’t need your help, we can do it all at 108
You might have trouble at Heaven’s gate
We spread love, you spew hate
A million fucking friends, why am I still alone (why's that)
Bottle open, headphones on I'm in my zone (right)
When I go home, nothing but disappointed tones
Cause my dad don't think I’m grown, so I write another song
[Verse 2: Jeff Porter]
Yeah, I give you bars upfront, like bodegas or convenience stores
If you’re looking for inspiration, I’m a convenient source
Charged up, similar to Drake or a Rayovac
Never wave the flag, especially when I slay a track
Needle in the haystack, you’re washed up
We should call you Maytag
Mixtape flow, bringing ‘08 back, 2021 vision is never impaired
Especially when I’m rapping over beats by Shamir
Get a little more creative when I’m sipping this clear
Liquor off the Richter, we smoke cones, so fuck ya swishers
I’m here to stay in the rap game, so I guess I’m a permanent fixture
Me and David on the beat, it’s such a deadly mixture
A couple shots of sake, some hibachi with the ginger
Rest in peace to Big L, you see the big picture
So fall back, like Kool G Rap, a booby trap, you can’t escape
I decimate, then levitate, you don’t want this shit to escalate
[Chorus: David Ryan]
No knock offs or gimmicks, know my heart’s really in it
Sipping grapes from the vineyard, got my living room spinning
See how sharp my pen is, new songs all for your consumption
Rise up, call it ascension, but I made it from my dungeon
[Verse 3: Jeff Porter]
I keep it realer than most, bet your ass I’m so authentic
Run the Town of Boston, you motherfuckers are authentitious
Break your legs and tell you to your face, there goes college soccer
Then I break into Fenway Park, like a Charlestown robber
But the difference is, I’ll escape without a fuckin’ blemish
Then my legacy’s cemented, put my number in the garden
In the rafters, then I’m after, killing all that shit I started
More meticulous than Colin Sullivan in The Departed
[Chorus: David Ryan]
No knock offs or gimmicks, know my heart’s really in it
Sipping grapes from the vineyard, got my living room spinning
See how sharp my pen is, new songs all for your consumption
Rise up, call it ascension, but I made it from my dungeon
(But I made it from my dungeon, but I made it from my dungeon)
(But I made it from my dungeon, but I made it from my dungeon)
( Jeff Porter & David Ryan )
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