[Hook]

Keep walking on your own two

Ain't nothing that's gon' hold you down

Now you know that we gotta get it

They told me the sky's the limit

The trick is just not to let it hold you down

Keep walking on your own two

Ain't nothing that's gon' hold you down

Now you know that we gotta get it

They told me the sky's the limit

The trick is just not to let it hold you down

(Don't let it hold you down, fuck that)

[Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge]

You know we got to get it

Beach Squad and Pivot they the stars of the show

Equipped with splintered bones to straight up carve it in stone

If they startin' to doze off get 'em focused and centered

Heart made of gold? Nonsense, the soul of a sinner

Hardly spoken from scripture

I bark like a Doberman Pinscher

Dissecting the roach and smoking its innards

I get with the go and flow like a twig in the shoulders of a mighty stream

Life is a frightening dream, over with lightning speed

Homie hold me down

[Verse 2: Saba]

Like resuscitation

I'm back in the spot like a Dalmatian

And hot like eternal damnation

From my block to every block in the damn nation

Fans patient-ly waiting like 50 cent

Bums patient-ly waiting for 50 cents

I'm the fan favorite

They like new smokers, how they can't face it

I don't do raps, these more like facts, bro I'm like fucking Google

Fuck introductions, you don't know me, go to fucking Google

[Verse 3: Acumental]

I'm from Chicago

Death quadruple stats

My city pop, and I'm flexing, I'm shooting gats

But I got a Coolmax vest let the ruger flash

Ac taking shots to the chest, call me Tuukka Rask

I'm the best, present, future, past, ever

Everything I do I do it to the last letter

You should google Ac's name for elusive raps

Came here to do the damn thing for my groupie cats

(Keep walking on your own two

Ain't nothing that's gon' hold you down)

I check into room 237

Say word to hell, I never heard of heaven

Let's twirl a L, I got herb to sell

I got personnel

We tryna earn a living out here

Gotta flip that weight

First things first, better get that straight

Big bad wolf and the pigs get played

Like a three course meal then I lick that plate

Nothing but straight trash in my weight class

So muscle up with your fake ass

And just slow your roll, no brake pads

I don't breakdance, I can't bust a move

But I'll drop a needle in a dusty groove

(The sky's the limit)

Yeah well if that's the case then fuck the roof, like

[Verse 4: Terminal Knowledge]

Google me three, if the shoe fit, greet you with a boot tip

Them new Timbs and a Jesus piece

Preaching to these two-bits, but

You know that, a priest to me is Judas

Uh, and you know Sab, he beat the beat with two fists

It seems to me you clueless

The movement is makeshift

Stankface raise the roof and the basement

Go on split the philly

Fill it up with piff, puff, puff, give

What it is, what it don't do

My clique finna show you

[Verse 5: Saba]

On my own two like kangaroos

You came to lose

I'm winning like Winfreys

2000 B.C. (?) with some bare heat

That is unnecessary

I am so secretary

Frightened, cayenne, I am so high you would think a cop was chasing

Jason Vorhees, clutch like Horry

Story, origami, uh

Folding like loose leaf, or cooling, I am grinding

Like a smoothie Kujichagulia, that determination

Old ladies catch the holy ghost

I got your servant waiting

[Hook]

Keep walking on your own two

Ain't nothing that's gon' hold you down

Now you know that we gotta get it

They told me the sky's the limit

The trick is just not to let it hold you down

Keep walking on your own two

Ain't nothing that's gon' hold you down

Now you know that we gotta get it

They told me the sky's the limit

The trick is just not to let it hold you down

(Can't let it hold you down, uh)

[Verse 6: Acumental]

Yo I get up in the morning early

Before the birdie

Immaturely hoarding furbies in the attic

Yeah I'm sorta quirky

Score 30 plus, I got you by the short and curlies

We court gorgeous girls and sport Jordan jerseys

I was born to slur important words and foreign verbage

Or verbiage

Find me torching herb in Mormon churches

Recording verses yo, I'll slaughter you for sacrifice

Man I swear to god, I'm holy water to the Antichrist

[Verse 7: Terminal Knowledge]

Class in session

I'm not a mathematician

Failed the exam but I passed the written

Tail through my legs in the back of detention

And as soon as class dismissed, my crew finna wrap the swisher

Call it a habit, I call it packing the tools of a black magician

There's a diplomat between heaven and hell

But you never can tell what's fact or fiction

I is what I am and I am what I is, but I can't seem to kick this crack addiction

Smacking bitches on they asses, making rash decisions

Cause lately ain't nobody ask if they can grant my wishes

I lack efficiency, don't have concern for the listener

Fuck bad for business, that shit's one word

Cataclysmic, get to work

Pump up the jams cause uncle Sam and his merry old band of henchmen

Been roaming the homeland asking questions, about past aggressions

Don't run just grab your weapons and

Load 'em up

[Hook]

Keep walking on your own two

Ain't nothing that's gon' hold you down

Now you know that we gotta get it

They told me the sky's the limit

The trick is just not to let it hold you down