Hi-Teknology Letra

[Jonell - repeats in background]

Hi-Tek, no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no



[Hi-Tek]

Let 'em know

Gotta let 'em know now

Stop playin, Tekzilla (Tekzilla)

What?Uhh

Ohh, ohh ohh ohh you an MC now?

Nah bruh, just gotta get a lil' somethin off my chest here

Youknahmtalkinabout?(Fo' sho')

Yo, aiyyo



Peep game, man picture this, put it in a frame

Who woulda thought, young Tone doin thangs

Makin a change from the old hustle street slang

To beats that bang, I hustle my name

(Hi-Tek), gotta make it bang loud

M-P-C, three-triple-oh, with the eight outs

"Best Kept Secret" since Diamond D

Midwest rap puttin it down for Da 'Natti

You know I had to get on the mic, say somethin (what?)

People say I need to stick to the beats and cuttin (what?)

They front, these cats mostly haters

They hate to see me shine like the sun and rock my green gators

It's all love though (love though) just sayin how I felt

Get what I can get out the game, invest in somethin else

Fuck a Plan B, I got a Plan Z

Twenty-six ways to get paid, me and my man D

We young entrepeneurs, we get money

Don't mistake me for some backpack nigga that dress bummy

Yo, we put it down like it's heavy as hell

Straight from Da 'Natti, yo, yo, yo



[Jonell - repeats in background]

Hi-Tek, no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no



[Hi-Tek]

Midwest (Midwest)

Tekzilla representin

Just a lil' somethin, yknahmtalkinabout

Gotta feel that, what?