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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Santiago Leyva
Santiago Leyva
Rap
Chris Bautista
Chris Bautista
Trumpet
Joe Gonzales
Joe Gonzales
Bass
Joel Van Dijk
Joel Van Dijk
Guitar
Peter Dyer
Peter Dyer
Keyboards
Randal Fisher
Randal Fisher
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Santiago Leyva
Santiago Leyva
Composer
Aleksander Manfredi
Aleksander Manfredi
Songwriter
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Composer
Egbert Nathaniel Dawkins
Egbert Nathaniel Dawkins
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Producer

Lyrics

Guess I'm at a crossroads, lost hope and I lost quotes My heart smokes for the fire that ya'll done provoked For the disbelievers guess the game was missing the leader Now they kissin' my sneakers, lipstick on my Adidas Word to the reverend, I'm runnin' this shit like Russell Simmons, the game is the scrimmage, I'm just strechin' my muscles These blasphemous bastards done acid Hazardous, had to just smash on they ass With this classic shit, Fash Gave 'em the biz Ya ain't even gotta ask if he do it till the casket dip Believe it or not, legacy mean a lot Fiendin' to reach for the top, ya'll dreamin' that I drop Down, high break, free from they Glocks Make prisoners out in Rikers Island think outside the box This couldn't have been predicted by the Mayans Wrestlin' with religion and science Please, Give me somethin', somethin' to believe in Cause I'm lookin' for somethin', somethin' to believe in Money getter 'til I'm a one percenter Business is warfare, fuck you niggas Edgar Hoover said stop the rise of a black messiah The judge said charge teens as adults, turn them to lifers Us holy brush waves slowly, tusk of ivory beside me Thus no slave told me, don't try me We enterin' the age of Aquarius Where Ukrainian armies and US National Guard tensions flarin' up So unforgivin' is the universe when you don't listen It's all written, that soul quenchin' gold you're missin' Careful an ending in the destructive penal system Where you're wild bark and your growls turn to meows and hissin' I'm torn between religions my necklaces represent Many centuries of theories we all respect But bare in mind, I'm just tryna see and hear the signs At the terrible mind, lion screams, got my stripes with a nine They from front street, make believe block Got an attitude avenue, liars lane Your life ain't compatible, not to mine, you insane You belong in the liar society You not as fly as me The only music head that never slept with Superhead Though I heard she suck like state troopers and feds Is off the tonight If I don't bag Halle, I take a look alike Last night we left the club with bottles, my future bright Please, Give me somethin', somethin' to believe in Cause I'm lookin' for somethin', somethin' to believe in Born in the Mississippi summer White cotton, gold corn, black hunger What a brother gotta do to earn a meal? Emancipation proclaimed, still turnin' the field Please, Give me somethin', somethin' to believe in Cause I'm lookin' for somethin', somethin' to believe in
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Egbert Nathaniel Dawkins Iii, Santiango Mustafa Leyva, Rashid Hadee, Demitrius Marcellous Berry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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