TestoAnother Day

Blu

Ultima modifica il: 25 luglio 2017
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They say rap's like a trap So I'm looking for the mat to the back door Sometimes I sit and wonder

What the fuck I'm rapping for So many cats talented That never had a chance in it Not to mention niggas tryna damage it Cold hearted vandalists Fucking up the culture They acting like this cool (?) shit will rap for the advantages Making the game scandalous Strand's so far from the art You start to wonder If they ever was a fan of it I'm digging in the crates With the candles lit Looking for a record to describe my anger So I can sample it Condense my feelings Into sixteen bars And try to sugarcoat my quotes So they won't seem raw What y'all folks' dreams are 'Cus all the video shows Is hoes jocking Niggas knocking on Now the young'uns Want a piece of the pie So the devil let's them starve And start feeding 'em lies Now try to digest that The shit out when niggas I'm trying to get out The west coast, Blacc (?) Where shits at now It'll make Martin Luther Shake his head Like these niggas (?) had the same dream? And Malcolm X would wonder All y'all are on the same team? Are running off to (?) the mainstream The lame thing about it The same teams that bought it Probably skipping this song Build the walls around the ignorance Defending what's wrong Instead of fighting for freedom That's why I only write I shoulda listened when my moms Told my ass to stay in class Shoulda listened instead of ditching Or maybe I shoulda listened to my pops When he told me hip hop won't do shit But keep me on the block Or maybe I shoulda listened To my niggas pitching rocks 'Cus they pushing nice whips From cooking white bricks Or maybe I should be like my uncle That nigga be pimpin' white chicks But none of 'em lead a life like this It's like the right do righteous To try to stay the fuck out of hell But me, I'm tryna stay the fuck out of jail 'Cus I can smell trouble coming my way Plus there's so many reasons A nigga want to keep a gun to his waist And it don't take much to make him pull out 'Cus niggas die for they rides Money and bras or calling the wrong hood out And suckers still trippin' on colors Like a motherfucking racist My cousin was banging at my aunts cookout And I don't know who to listen ti But nowadays You gotta bust a cap If they dissing you Either that or be labeled a bitch 'Cus you didn't shoot It's hard to pick and choose Right from wrong Like if you rap about freedom Nobody likes your song But do a track about cheating Bitches will play it all night long I don't get it why the righteous fall Like my ex used to bump Xzibit And her favorite line was "I be catching bitches While bitches be catching feelings" Yet she don't want me tricking around See, she idolize the lifestyle But don't want none of it going down It's kinda like these phony clowns Thinking they hood dwellers Acting Mafia, oh so (?) just because they seen "Goodfellas" Now they running through the hood YYelling "Blu is fucking around"(?) Bet you're giving your attention to me now

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