lirik lagu c-red x backpack beatz – promise
verse 1:
yeah, i promise this
no longer anonymous to adonises
autonomous but honest is how i run my conglomerate
so honor it
tryna spread love across the continent
my content bent on making my doubters feel like a condiment
ketchup
too many nights i’m being kept up
cuz things are effed up
and i know it’s because they’re left up
to those who want the check cut
more than reachin’ the mecca
making records similar to the essence of large professor
but
i’m hard as ever
rock solid
wanted knowledge, i sought college
and wisdom
my thoughts polished
envisionin’ shot callin cuz dividends not fallin’
i sit in my car often
just spittin’ about ish that i’m livin without
and most the folks i kick it with got cribs in they house
they be thinkin’, “you can’t spit if you live in the south”
but records is gettin’ bodied
the figures is out
and they diggin’ the clout
hook:
now let me see your hands high
if you rock with the brain
food for thought from the top of the chain
ain’t no stoppin’ the gang
we just tryna make the populous sang
g’s up, we won’t ever ease up
nah never
let me see your hands high
if you rock with the brain
food for thought from the top of the chain
ain’t no stoppin’ the gang
we just tryna make the populous sang, sang
are you gonna make your promise?
verse 2:
“my mic check is life or death breathin’ a sniper’s breath
i exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps”
it ain’t hard to tell
i got em movin’ through heights and depths
confusin’, they might confess
i do this to lighten stress
diffusin’ the type of message
that’s dope and well respected
they check the method
and see there ain’t no way to second guess it
so i just finesse it
smooth like b-tter
my crew might cut up to ya dudes like “what up”
db
i can do what you do – easy
believe me
so can my dudes omega and tp
and we be
doper though, haters gettin’ emotional
they hear the stuff i wrote and go
feelin’ like they pinnochio
tryna get my socioeconomic status in brackets
where i’m livin’ lavish and half of it goes to taxes
swingin’ harder than c-ssius
show me where the cash is
strong black woman never has to be a bad b-tch
hook:
now let me see your hands high
if you rock with the brain
food for thought from the top of the chain
ain’t no stoppin’ the gang
we just tryna make the populous sang
g’s up, we won’t ever ease up
nah never
let me see your hands high
if you rock with the brain
food for thought from the top of the chain
ain’t no stoppin’ the gang
we just tryna make the populous sang, sang
are you gonna make your promise?
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