It was a minute since you heard from me The tables turnt and people turnt on me It depends who the person is if I take it personally Bro's mum died, he had a daughter on the same day And since then, I ain't looked at pain in the same way 'Cause even when we lose, we gain in some strange way And even when we choose our lanes, we have to change pace I guess this is me sharing in a safe space The only mask I'm wearing is a brave face Cancel culture wanna scare us with their fake rage But if you can read the room, we on the same page Code names, sign language, hand gestures There's times when I speak on behalf of my ancestors Nanny died, granddad stole what nan left us Like it wasn't bad enough already nan left us Fuck niggas now, it's all I know My generosity is at an all-time low I could never call my friend before I call my bro I don't expect nothin' more, it's cool, my bro I could do a DMT trip, or I could board the plane Either way, when I came back, I never thought the same Rappers can't stunt on me, I'm the realest here Most of your souls are at the entry of the Hall of Fame Last time, warned and never pressed enough physicals I'm blessed, and I'm spiritual, expect a fucking miracle God used me as a vessel, my brothers are lost in jobs They doing for the devil to be frank I'm no saint, I'm more Franklin
I'm in the devil's playground there's no saints where I'm standing Young boy nearly lost a leg playing 'round with the antique
Last man standing, tech chase and leave the car abandoned Done tings in front of those who said it can't happen Done tings many people can't fathom This is Christmas day, I'm past rapping This is just shit I wan' say ask Shannon It's 2: 30 A, and I'm in the dark planning Thinking 'bout my grand's theft and I don't mean a carjacking See, most of us will spend most our lives meeting deadlines My brother, that's a walking zombie or a dead life Monday to Friday, I'm morning school running But I'm hardly ever home to see my kids before it's bedtime Mummy wasn't rich and my excuse is getting money for my kids But they would rather I was present and could spend time You won't know the pain until you're old and grey Last legs and your children ain't standing by your bedside My dreams are the reason I don't sleep that much I paid the price, who knew it would be that much? I'm a liar, I'm like, "Yeah, fam, keep in touch" Knowing fully well we ain't gonna speak that much I'm sick and tired How long can they keep this up? All that basic fake shit, they feedin' us We're the fire, just cool now, I'm heating up I feed the mind of Isaiah when I teach my son
Oh, I have to leave more than blood diamonds to my bloodline I told my daughter she should never ever trust guys I'm with my niece and my nephew up in the sunshine Family go over everything, I'll be careful when I'm minding my own moves I've shed so many tears behind these Ray-Bans For the next twenty years, I want some payback Better get it back in the blood if it's the last thing I do 'Cause they was praying on my downfall tryna raise hell on me How you go and see the Juju man and try and put a spell on me? You better get your money back I'm prayed up, it won't work well on me Can't let these paigons live, 'cause they'll tell on me It's a felony And it's all 'cause of jealousy, uh Please don't jealous me I would stop between a rock and a hard place I'm bred as child, as me as a stepping stone If you lame, they gon' leave you with scar face How could I be your brother and not let you know? See, I been living life in a fast lane I pulled the throwback and no one let it go Nearly died in the car chase How I'm still alive? Only heaven knows
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Compositores: Emil Kwame Aponsah Larbi (Emil) (PRS), Robert Kiruta-kigoz, Samuel Justin Jude Clarke (PRS), TeejEditor: BMG Rights Management Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #43157570 em 18/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM