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Okay Okay Okay Mic check one two, one two I'm here now TheRealist here muthafucka and you must be ma Dinnah Don had my share of enemies funny how they all friends now Cuz I'm the only person that can make me put ma pen down Depression is a game I that I cannot win till I lay down The Hulk in me wants to die but the Banner will never stay down One thing the ghetto taught me is never walk with ya Chin down And those ain't fire works nigga Put yo head down Quit stallin' Reapers gonna come find you the moment you fallen Don't let depression bind you you better go all in Better "AllIKnowIsGrind" until you in a coffin "Either Spring back or be Autumn muhfucka" I'm fallin' I can't see a bright tomorrow while submerged in darkness I'm drowning in my sorrow let my sadness bartend Can't let foreign feelings inTrump said put a wall in A wall in Quit Stallin' Now let me ask a question and keep it a hundred grand Wanna talk about a situation I don't understand How you call someone a dickrider just because they a fan How you call someone a dickrider just because they a fan In the hood this makes it difficult to support your favorite band I'm perplexed that my complexion effects the way that we jam I'm not tryna sound like Kanye "Make 'Merica great again" But it seems like more support for our culture Comes from Fairer skin. That was problematic Or whatever y'all over dramatic I always send shots So don't be shocked if you don't want no Static I'm Automatically clever Know I'll be attacked by black people that won't be at my Endeavors Guess they make my argument better A lot of people Actin activist But Inaccurate how they practice it I would rather be pacifist than fight with an antagonist In the hood Bullets swissin' give you a cheese head No packers shit Ain't that a bitch No one wants no fight until ratchet spit I don't give no fucks like I'm abstinent If I got da chance I'm taking any like I'm Kapernick Fuck madden They slaves to the game Cuz Crackers still crack the whip Been a minute since I rapped like this I'm Skribin like I'm on my Atkins shit Niggas will steal ya delivery like Amazon packages Savages Whoa look at the time I live in the future ahead of my time Say It takes a village no it takes a Realist I'm saving Roc City soon as I get signed Drivin to Ithaca high off some Indica When I have to rhyme it eases my mind One of the greatest vessels that's put here to Shine How you can define Chi The Divine Now I'm transforming like Optimus Prime If it ain't helpin' me climb then I decline I do this for Jhamir Booh Booh and Devonne The main niggas that told me that ima shine I swear Never let depression make me give up what is destined And I owe it to my brothers because they gave me a spine Struggle made a nigga turn out fine Quittin ain't a part of my design I Grind Quit stallin' The reapers gonna come find you the moment you fallen Don't let depression bind you, you better go all in Better "AllIKnowIsGrind" until you in a coffin "Either Spring back or be Autumn muhfucka" I'm fallin' I can't see a Bright tomorrow While submerged in darkness I'm drowning in my sorrow let my sadness bartend Can't let foreign feelings in Trump said put a wall in A wall in Quit Stallin'
Writer(s): James Boykins Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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