album cover
What
album cover
What è stato pubblicato il 24 novembre 2019 da Lawrence Turner come parte dell'album Until Then
24 novembre 2019
EtichettaLawrence Turner
LinguaEnglish
BPM81
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

Southside Jamaica is where this youngling resides
I got the passion for action
I got these flames in my eyes
Got the hunger for hunting
Cutting out fakers and lies
Got these sissy staying offended with sensitive cries
It seems like everybody nowadays they gotta watch their mouth
Do not shed light on the issues
Do not let the truth come out
You're too honest, you're too blunt
Lawrence please you speak too much
Momma please forgive my language but
I do not give a fuck
All the negative energy
Telling me that I won't succeed
Telling me that I gotta leave
Telling me I'm not royalty
What the fuck are you saying?
Homie, why you waiting?
Get your confidence racing
And get these doubters debating
I got fathers looking sour cause they do not like my songs
And they getting extra tight because their daughters sing along
Turn a blind eye to the issues
They don't like me going off
But put trust in politicians cause they cannot do no wrong
Man you can't tell me nada
Ima say what I wana
Tryna silence my ****
You can try if you gonna
And I speak for the fighters and all my people in need
Especially minorities
So you coming for me? Then ****
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT
****
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT
****
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (****)
Watch how you speak
Little boy watch your mouth
I am not one to compete
I am the one to show out
If Hip-Hop is your home
Then it's ironic no doubt
That I'm infesting bugging out
While I'm raiding your house
Why the world acting like a boy like me can't hold my own
I was young, I had no voice
Now I'm dangerous cause I'm grown
All the killers, all these liars
All this shit that's going on
If you see a pen and pad
Better leave that boy alone
Cause I'm not holding punches
I'm like bullies at lunches
Tryna eat all I can
Taking money from suckers
And these words are my weapon
I'm quick to load up another
I put that on my father, bother, little sister, and mother
I don't listen to these ****
Man I swear I've had enough
Yea I might respect the grind
But the music really sucks
All the codeine, and the molly
And the xanies and the drugs
There's a lot mixed in that drink
But there's no talent in that cup
When I say that they ass
They say I'm stuck in the past
But your fans are like Rats
The way they digging your trash
I don't care about your bitches or your money
It don't matter
Just cause you a drug addict
That does not make a rapper, ****
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT
****
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT
****
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (****)
You doubting what I can do
You really think that I care
Little man, Close your mouth
Cause I smell shit in the air
I'm moving up without effort
And pushing buttons, you scared?
Because while I'm elevating
Yall continue to stare
If you tell me I ain't shit and I won't ever be a God
Ima do all that and more
Just to go and prove you wrong
Rub that shit right in your face
So you can see me stunting hard
How the fuck you question me
When you got nothing going on
You ain't stopping my chance
You won't tarnish my brand
You won't break up my fam
You won't Columbus my land
They throw dirt on my name
Then quick to hold out their hand
They talking stopping my plans?
Well I guess until then, ****
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT
****
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT
****
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (****)
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT
****
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT
****
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (What)
WHAT (****)
Written by: Lawrence Turner
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...