Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chin Injeti
Chin Injeti
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chin Injeti
Chin Injeti
Songwriter
Teon Gibbs
Teon Gibbs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chin Injeti
Chin Injeti
Producer

Lyrics

I’m on full attack mode
Put me in fatigues and steal toes
Talking reparations but I feel like black gold
Big fish theory why they treat me like an ass hole
Cause the world run by cash flow from tadpoles
Yeah, tell chin that’s a record
Young fly **** kick game like Beckham
Ain’t ready for the truth but the truth gone get em
So I’m coming off the hip like lint on denim, uh
Talking hundred proof
on a quest for love I had to find the roots
Know what they say
Brothers turn to enemies
Cocain all weekend since Abel dropped the trilogy
Turn it up high mufucka match they energy
No it’s not beef but I told them this is symmetry
Uh, they say what’s meant for me is meant for me
But they ain’t felt the pain when you walking through gethsemane
They ain’t know the struggle when they try and take your dignity
They ain’t know the war that was living in your chemistry
They ain’t know the battle when you looking for some sympathy
Other side of freedom where they try and kill the memory
Got pain go to war
Feel that rage I paid that cost
Never felt I was more
Break my skin can’t take my soul
Black mask and all the jewels is still tuck
I had to change my code of ethics just to make em choose us
Bet it all and got addicted to the touch
And I just love the way i feel in a room full of bluffs
Fuck promoters all these **** out of touch
I need 20,000 dollars and A rider full of Blunts
Yeah and that’s just the way I feel ****
Uh - more influence than these deal ****
no goons I just pull up with some real ****
I had to Tell the industry I’ll never play the field ****
which direction are you choosing
Not a role model I just lead the revolution
Young black and handsome and I think like Huey Newton
Talking through a fence but I don’t see no home improvement
Yeah young boy from the V
Had to go and triple up like what’s placed in front of me
Had to get my digits up and now they count on me
I built from the roots and now I’m climbing all the trees
No kenzo designer like Lorenzo
Pray this black skin get some Justice cause our Winslow
Got pain go to war
Feel that rage I paid that cost
Never felt I was more
Break my skin can’t take my soul
Written by: Chin Injeti, Teon Gibbs
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