Letra

Heard I'm the coldest Native rapper Still don't hear 'em though Won't feed the praise won't eat the hate Still I'm a kill it though About my family and my bag That's all I really know Asked creator will I make it Became a leader on the day I met my little bro I follow code cause I ain't Bigger than the principal Selfishness we leave that To the broke and miserable In dire times tell 'em no or Resilience woven In my inner most being, Driven by my freedom Not to get the most cream, Came a long way But not without a full team Ask me if they are the illest I'll say Shout out my family Shout out Dream Warriors Management They've been uncanny In this whole damn establishment You think I'm going in But you haven't seen the half of it I'm underneath the surface working My purpose certain Searching sermons and curving serpents Urgent learning Pertinent to burning workman curses Lurking earnings Merge with merchants and service servants Sure I'm closing curtains person The shows over When Native Beethoven's range roving With sails open Raid oceans from trade scoping Paid for by Self education and wage roping My family wave stroking Heard I'm the coldest Native rapper Still don't hear 'em though Won't feed the praise won't eat the hate Still I'm a kill it though About my family and my bag That's all I really know Asked creator will I make it Became a leader on the day I met my little bro I follow code cause I ain't Bigger than the principal Selfishness we leave that To the broke and miserable In dire times tell 'em no or My best days begin Balancing out my headspace Meditate incinerate sage And smoke bathe to medicate Levitate invigorate rage And astray my head will ache Get your mind right am I right A place of peace from which To operate from top of day Can obfuscate attempted Intrusions upon your namaste It can't buy joy but stress relief That's who the commas pay It's time to combinate To get outside of my problems I try to solve those of others Like sharing my strength and hope With all my struggling brothers Or helping develop homes For single mothers of color Can't we all help each other Then you know what solace is Thrill without the lawlessness So to give is just to live Until the plot is thick Then you got a pot to piss Then you got a job to give Filling family joblessness Heard I'm the coldest Native rapper Still don't hear 'em though Won't feed the praise won't eat the hate Still I'm a kill it though About my family and my bag That's all I really know Asked creator will I make it Became a leader on the day I met my little bro I follow code cause I ain't Bigger than the principal Selfishness we leave that To the broke and miserable In dire times tell 'em no or
Writer(s): Paul Wenell Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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