म्यूज़िक वीडियो

म्यूज़िक वीडियो

क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
© LEVI WITHOUT THE TRIBE
© LEVI WITHOUT THE TRIBE
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Monte VanDyke
Monte VanDyke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sypooda
Sypooda
Producer
mixedbyhill
mixedbyhill
Mixing Engineer

गाने

I am one with the Son
This is my destiny
Uh
I'm a flower bloomed from the concrete
The wrong seed
Implanted from the dirt taken with an arm reach
We were burned down in a city mainly it was built for us
A ram's horn and a Bible either way just lift us up
Whoever thought a rose would (Rosewood) show its colors through the fire
We're the branches had to switch it up
They say I get the perks/percs of a rap artist
I'm coming down
I guess the jig is up
It's a must (musk)
I keep something under armed but the spirit with us
A Roc Nation brunch on my bingo card?
All I see is God
Only blood I'm drinking is passed over (Passover) with a piece/peace of Yah
Every vow land (violin) in this song showing He is Him
You get the pronouns?
Put your pride aside we don't believe in Them
Y'all aiming for the goal
I don't see the rim
Y'all standing on the side lying (line) about it now
You never stepped foot in the court judging us with a trail run
You're out of bounds
They want me to come back to battle rap
I'm out of town
It ain't over until the fat lady gets another Uber
Now you're looking for lift/Lyft but you're not around (a round)
I got it now
I'm spitting facts
You ever seen an albino **** trap?
I watched him break a whole cookie down man that Ginger snapped
Y'all claiming your pro-Black
I watched a whole halftime tear another a **** down til the end
Then people turned against each other they were once friends
But honestly he is like us y'all just going for a trend
I love the competition
Either way
The Devil in my rear view
Now peep your brakes
I see your face
No church on a Sunday I'm at Chick-fil-A
Y'all worrying about the advisory label than adversaries
Imagined buried
In a box they put us in
Spread my ashes across the riverbed
Where **** bled
Over a team hat
Yeah it's in your head
Dying over colors
The blue and red
Painted murals on the walls talking about who is dead
The prison system always been congested
Can't sue the Feds (Sudafed)
No shade thrown to the green, orange and the purple
They told us no colors allowed but they chose one to hurt you
Money green
This country did they dirt on this soil the money clean
Distributed into them stimmy checks
We took the free money to gamble with it
You like "it's a bet"
But it's on
You
Written by: Monte VanDyke
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