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Deceit
Hip-Hop/Rap
Deceit è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 2024 da Conscious inc come parte dell'album The Human Condition
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Data di uscita1 gennaio 2024
EtichettaConscious inc
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM86

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Sturdivant III
James Sturdivant III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Sturdivant III
James Sturdivant III
Producer

Testi

Yeah
Look
Look
It's getting harder everyday to keep the peace
Cause I'm dying in a fight on easy mode against deceit
Let me preach
Let me tell y'all **** something bout that greed, one speed
How lil James the third always could lie with Ease
With a guilty conscience he won't freeze, tongue is slick, head high, nah, he won't bleed
Telling his truth the only thing he won't need
Roll up the sleeves, hard headed, but he don't know what it means
He don't know where he's going, but he gon' get there
And he don't give a fuck, he won't stop till they play fair
Beware
Right behind your ass, **** slip, get replaced, yeah
Swear to God, he rock these lil' **** like a daycare
**** be scared, you can't compare
Take it to a different level, he sacrifice just to be there
He'll never settle, he'll take a life, and say the Lord's prayer
Whole time, a demon in disguise, having no care, so there's
No way back, where I'm going
I done took the wrong road, now a **** broken
Tryna put myself together, mixed up in the potions
Don't know why I lie, or I struggle with emotion
No way back, where I'm going
I done took the wrong road, now a **** broken
Tryna put myself together, mixed up in the potions
Don't know why I lie, or I struggle with emotion
Look
Look
This the part I really wanna talk about
Had it on my mind for so long, I had to write it out
**** had to run his mouth
Bragging to the gods and the stars, bout his bank account
Not what's in the numbers but the heart is what you really bout
Long time ago, man, the money, what I did it for
Now it's just a way to get my thoughts out with a lil' flow
Money sure would help, shit, it would make all of my problems go
Get a nice house on the bay, and a 4 door
I'm a rap fein, shit, I never could abandon, God, he blessed me, no I won't take this shit for granted
But these other **** sell they soul right on the cameras
Tote the hammers
Talk about killing just to fit the standards
The world is filled with scammers
But at least the ones at the bottom is doing it, to feed they families
Without a purpose in life
All you do is damage
****, find your truth
And let the demons vanish
So there's no way back, where I'm going
I done took the wrong road, now a **** broken
Tryna put myself together, mixed up in the potions
Don't know why I lie, or I struggle with emotion
So there's no way back, where I'm going
I done took the wrong road, now a **** broken
Tryna put myself together, mixed up in the potions
Don't know why I lie, or I struggle with emotion
Look
Look
**** get paid to act the part,
Still slaves a hundred years later
Who would've thought
Man, the reaper could get a Gucci bag, with all the souls he bought
Crack the whips
Send the dogs at me its hush puppies hit they lips
Picture this staying in the frame, with my penmanship
The name came from running slaves, using cornbread to live
To escape. From the gates of where you **** now exist
Cause you wanted everything but you rushed it like a bitch
You wouldn't take the long road, you can never go home
All that shit is temporary, now you'll never see the throne
And your soul is long gone
Ain't no place that you belong
Looking at the screen, no one picking up the phone
Yeah no more, cause you ain't had the mindset to grow
Just to take
Now a **** think he safe
Keep the pace, maker give your heart some grace
**** made his own mistakes
That's ya own two hands that made the bed in which you lay
No escape
Written by: James Sturdivant III
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