a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu knox hill - wacced out murals (remix)

[verse]
murals painted out on u
got chuck brown, donnie, wale too
where some will hate, i probably knew
i walk in ben’s, i park the coop
i want that smoke with all the juice
where bishop’s fate won’t pardon q
some rob~in~hoods, won’t part with loot
where some get rich, and all get used, hm
rappers pray their names i mention
rappers aim for fame attention
i ain’t one for game ascension
i ain’t one for games and sendin
i just take the lane i’m given
i just take the pain and givе it
my pen givin voodoo, you need hoo doo healin?
who want smoke, sinnеrs’ village burn the boat
where you livin, i see ghosts
i’m on the edge, the devil’s close
she whispers, “they should up the dose”
first they say “yes”, then up the no’s
wolves and pigs all come for blow
they knock on doors, they covet bricks
some make it rain, and more get missed
but if you pushin’ malice, come with clips
ayy, comin’ up at your neck
everything’s for the check, trippin, then find your set
where you livin then mind your rent
they ain’t livin to buy your benz
dumpin and pumpin the crypto, it’s comin
the blocks and the chains ’til they numb with the numbers
boy, if you want change, better come with the hundreds
flip it like cole, this is the tundra
this is the reason that i get up mornings
i look at my daughter, her beautiful wonder
and i got that hunger i need to keep hummin’
i get up i get it, if i get knocked down
i get up again and i double expense it
en este mundo, no hay nada
que quiero, tengo todo
my familia y mis panas
hay conflictos, hay odio
hay problemas sobrevivo
don’t tell me our distance even
don’t tell me our difference equal
call me what you want, but you’ll never say i never worked
they’ll drag me through the mud, well that’s okay, i’m sellin’ dirt
i tell my pain, and sell my my hurt
i wear it on my sleeve, but you’ll never tell me what it’s worth
i lost a brother and a cousin to that (shhh)
talk about it get you banned, some would rather get their bands
who you think trained talibans, sold the contras drugs for plans?
but i would rather give you truth than sell my soul to uncle sam
whatever though, let it go, conspiracies ,i’m questionable
two planes hit the towers, building 7, we just let it go
god rest politicians’ souls, another wins, another sold
another dope, another goal
campaigns and elections funded
all to pave big pharma’s road, sell you that your vote counts
racks on racks on bodies, you can take that to the dope house
i’m from pg county where these presidents all roll out
all black tinted suvs they crack it then blow smoke out
i used to go to gogo spots, still hear the bells up in my dreams
but then they took the maverick room, and bulldozed everything for cream
justified by sellin tickets, “come support your favorite team!”
so when i rep a natty’s shirt, i guess i’m reppin other things..
murals for the culture that they pushed out
lost our backyard for the bands while they shouted chuck brown
another crook might be
when the people who responsible all look like me
crooked told me keep the vision, jarren told me keep on spittin’
token told me see it different
jada told me…i wish he was livin’
joey did a bid, of course we drifted
sometimes i wish things were different
time i wish i weren’t conflicted
mom and dad’s division, wondered if i was the difference
plus with my career, i just chose to add the distance
some would say i’m driven, i’m afraid of what’s in mirrors
’cause if i just keep movin’, then i’ll never have to fear it
i’m sick of readin comments, all these bots and people i don’t know
these experts livin life who give advice on me and how to grow
how i should talk, how i should sound, how i should walk and get around?
just do this you’ll make it out, but f~ck that, it’s the underground
open mics, and every night
i’d battle with my pen and write , and get up on that stage and fight
i grinded days and longer nights
man, who the f~ck are you to ever tell when it’s right?
i battled with my pride, biggest enemy is ego
only child syndrome, i ain’t got no f~ckin’ equals
this is twenty years of doin this, man, f~ck if you want free throws
i earned my lane and played this game, command it like i’m deebo
ya’ll can check the license, i rep dmv until i die
that’s marlboro in my veins, if they want smoke, then come get f~ckin’ high
i used to ball in kettering, that’s forrestville and largo high
laurel, bowie, suitland, cheverly where i was born to rise
this that f~ckin’ county where the murder rate was standardized
where you think the gangs all went when dc all got gentrified?
six~flags gave up on us, capitals gave up on us
bullets, they gave up on us, sh~t, everyone gave up on us
shoutout goes to idk, walle cordae pushed the art
and everyone who pushed the odds, jai, i love you all, i swear to god
i’m sick of all this black and white sh~t that the news just televise
i’m sick of this division that they force us with to choose a side
gas you up with fear, they all users who just boost the lies
knowledge is a wall to build, construct it well, protect your mind
learn discipline and stretch your time, watch what you eat and exercise
teach the youth and help them rise, it’s time to help lead better lives
people love to judge me ’cause i talk in front of a camera
like they know me or they walked with me when life was dealin it’s damage
hip hop saved my life, i’ve given blood for what i’ve sampled
and i don’t give a f~ck if i get love, just change the channel
back when i ain’t ever had it, rappin’ was my outlet
i turned on nas and pac and em whenever i would doubt sh~t
jay~z, mf doom, immortal tech, man had to shout it
rap was my redemption, and the kendricks gave me balance

- lirik lagu knox hill

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI