Lyrics: PapaAli
Ali:
Yo,I'mscribblin' scriptures, visions vivid as prisms,
来自0991我们每天有着精神
Spittin' wisdom in rhythms, split decisions like incisions— precision.
揭穿这些 fake ahh rappers期待给我的眼神
My pen been a prism,refractin' light through the system,
While these puppet rappers dance,talkin' tough with no conviction.
I'm from the gutter where the roaches play chess with the crumbs,
老球馆 i be balling like im Isiah Tom
在绿军每晚能让我对手 looking dumb
And youngins tote drums louder than the echo of guns.
Weain't bred for no peace, we was raised in the beast,
Where the priest preach heaven, but the reverend ride Jeeps.
我的兄弟从来不 rat从来不会有 leaks
Still dodging a narco while i’ m floating with bars
Stilldodgin' narcos whileI'mfloatin' with gods.
I'm that poet that posed a threat, even wrote in regret,
Got these labelslookin' nervous like a quote fromTourette's.
Mother**** the fame, I want the truth in my ledger,
来到0591人人 treat me like im trausure
Everyline's like a sermon with no procedure
God in my essence, devil in the details- measure.
Kid Kazi:
I'm sick of that andy'all so dependent My time precious, Idon't expect it
My mommacryin', my sister struggle My grandpadyin',I'm disconnected
Shriveled up in a cold shower Out the teepee, I wipe with napkin
Went shopping, it took an hour My card declined, had to put it back
It's the most embarrassingfeelin' No one care whatI'mfeelin'
Ten ****boys got my ass kicked StillI'm out heredealin'
All of my homies drug addicts Idon't even know how it happened
Now they all got attitudes We was all gonna make it rapid
Goddammit,I'm sick of broke Sick of hungry, sick of cold
Holes in my socks, shoes and clothesDoin' shows, but no one owes
Cleanin' the resin up out of my bowlUsin' fake urine that made it up low
Mother know whatI'ma do to get money Nowit's all illegal, my baby done grown
Keepgettin' fired at higher than fired Tired but wired,pullin' all nighters
Pacin' around likeI'm back up on uppersBurnin' myself with a heated up lighter
Sick ofwishin',I'm sick ofbitchin'I'm sick ofstarvin' up in the kitchen
Seein' red again, hit the fridge And my bloody knuckles just keep drippin
Keepgettin' fired at higher than fired Tired but wired,pullin' all nighters
Pacin' around likeI'm back up on uppersBurnin' myself with a heated up lighter
Sick ofwishin',I'm sick ofbitchin'I'm sick ofstarvin' up in the kitchen
Seein' red again, hit the fridge And my bloody knuckles just keep drippin