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inner city kids - iso indies lyrics

[intro: dillmatic]
iso, iso
indies, indies
woah, woah
it go tick*tock, tick*tock
countin’ down the time ’til the beat drop, yo, yo
tick*tock, tick*tock
countin’ down the time ’til the beat drop, yo, yo

[chorus: dillmatic]
inner city kids and we came up from the hard knocks
get it how you live, we’ve been gettin’ to it nonstop
they still sleepin’, tell them n*ggas set up they alarm clocks
kickin’ in your door, nah, we ain’t with the knock*knocks
yo, chill out with that rah*rah
we done of all our op*ops ’cause we too top notch
we them top shottas, big up all the rastas
born in ’93, bumpin’ ’90s in a drop*top
[verse 1: dillmatic]
as the world turns, i be standin’ on my pivot
n*ggas talk like they about that life but they don’t really live it, uh
coastin’ to las vegas and i’m ’bout to run up digits
in and out of the casinos, you could watch me go the distance (i’m gone)
the writings on the wall, welcome to my art exhibit (iso)
if it don’t concern me, i’d just rather mind my business (ha)
stay up on my nimbus, never fallin’ like olympus
put me in the book of guinness, they way these bars make ’em grimace, uh
solid as a rock, but we didn’t land on plymouth (nah)
a rookie catchin’ triple dubs, call me ben simons
another day i’m gettin’ green, i tell ’em good riddance
they ask me my beliefs, tell ’em rap is my religion
even when you the hero, they make you out to be a villain
my f*cks given on zero, but they still doin’ addition
i don’t trust in the bureau ’cause they still makin’ a k!llin’
if i step out on euro, i need the limited edition

[chorus: dillmatic, conchezyout]
inner city kids and we came up from the hard knocks
get it how you live, we’ve been gettin’ to it nonstop
they still sleepin’, tell them n*ggas set up they alarm clocks
kickin’ in your door, nah, we ain’t with the knock*knocks
yo, chill out with that rah*rah
we done of all our op*ops ’cause we too top notch
we them top shottas, big up all the rastas
born in ’93, bumpin’ ’90s in a drop*top (yo, yo, yo)
[verse 2: conchezyout]
organically billin’, i follow in with the hollow tip
f*ckin’ the industry and then forcin’ them to swallow it
shout*out to the people that been followin’
just holler when you see me outta function
’cause we gon’ keep it real ’til we run sh*t
been rollin’ with the punches (uh*huh?)
yeah, high and we be munchin’ (word)
n*ggas just be wildin’ on some dumb sh*t
we was just kids in the cafeteria, free luncheon
now every week, we meetin’ up havin’ brunches
they got they eye on us, they know that we onto somethin’
it don’t matter how we comin’
’cause they still ‘gon judge us, though
f*ck it, though, they still gon’ love us, though
ten years in the makin’ and we got about a hundred more
these other n*ggas copy flows, iso been a cheat code
in search of world peace, yo, free my n*gga [?]
we do this for the people, however we could reach you
iso 2.0, you know this be the sequel, yeah

[interlude: dillmatic, conchezyout]
tell ’em*another day i’m gettin’ green, i tell ’em good riddance
chill out with that rah*rah, we* f*f*f*f*f*f*f*f*f*f
f*ckin’ the industry and*
shout*out to the people that been followin’
[chorus: dillmatic]
inner city kids and we came up from the hard knocks
get it how you live, we’ve been gettin’ to it nonstop
they still sleepin’, tell them n*ggas set up they alarm clocks
kickin’ in your door, nah, we ain’t with the knock*knocks
yo, chill out with that rah*rah
we done of all our op*ops ’cause we too top notch
we them top shottas, big up all the rastas
born in ’93, bumpin’ ’90s in a drop*top

- iso indies lyrics

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