Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DarQ
DarQ
Rap
Rsonist
Rsonist
Rap
Sinsay
Sinsay
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher williamson
Christopher williamson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Knowlege
Knowlege
Producer

Lyrics

You know
It’s music,
It be a different type of world
This go out to my BX
It’s Darq, Sinsay,
Ya’ll might not R’Sonist from the Heatmakers
Here I am giving every little single part of me
Chasing dreams in this looney bin
My sanity, choose music as my reality
Problem is they mad at me, cause I’m at one with my identity
As an entity to be reckoned with, yet they sleep on me so recklessly
Every so often I assess me
So if you ask me, I love the Bronx, but at NYC, hands down,
After raw should at least be in your top three at the round table
Where the bosses meet, formerly it’s the one to beat
So know I’m coming for that top seat, don’t cross me
Unless you’ve given up everything
Put it all on the line risked everything
Willing to bet you’d lose everything
And anything you say to me
You better choose them words real cautiously
In my company, tread carefully
When I’m not all there mentally
Cause I can’t afford to feed my kids or pay to live
This rap shit affected every one of my relationships
Can’t call it quits, especially when I’m this close to reachin’ it
So lucradive that it’s a curse to be Darqness
Why they whisperin’, so secretive
Ain’t a sin, this crazy place, is all that’s them
Isn’t this world a crazy place
Isn’t this world a crazy place
Isn’t this world a crazy place
Isn’t this world a crazy place
Never been inside of no G4
Better yet no Maybach
But from where I’m at the scheme more
You makin’ money, they take that
They dressed in all black
With that large strap and that ski cap
I mean ski mask, the heat blast
Moving to slow, then they bleed fast
That’s cause they need cash
Never let ‘em come up on the streets, pass
Speakers boys anthem, never had a father
Where he learn to be a man from
His crazy block, with this cagey cop
Who was blitzed on ice when them days are hot
In the place where you pray that the pain will stop, I’m afraid it’s not
Afraid it won’t, made it through life, with a famous quote
One man’s loss becomes the next gain
Only thing for sure is change
I ain’t talkin’ about nickles and quarters and pennies and dimes
I’m referencing time, that we never get more of
Why I stay fly, gotta store love
My conscience clear
Looking at my route this time next year, who really cares
God’s in my corner, who should I fear
Cause the world is the devil
That’s why I put the pedal to the metal
Hopin’ that I make it out the ghetto
That’s why I stay high like stilettos
You can be a puppet, I’m cool with Geppetto
Isn’t this world a crazy place
Isn’t this world a crazy place
Isn’t this world a crazy place
Isn’t this world a crazy place
I got a mill block full of bills, next stop is the hill
Bedrock, **** I’m givin’ out head shots for the kill
Red dot, Feds got the whole block blocked and sealed
It’s a hot spot, and **** might get a lil’ wild n’ out when we chill
I feel incarcerated, it’s complicated
Like freedom in jail is part related
My heart was basically confiscated, I’m obligated
This conversation is necessary
Y’all **** don’t know temporary, from legendary
Fuck the world missionary
Walk that talk, no dictionary
Y’all better listen up carefully
I can’t believe, I can’t barely breath
I guess God the only one there for me
You ain’t there for me apparently
Me I outta be in psych ward, with a straight jacket, and a mic call
Imagine them rappin’ what I call, snow made back no mic call
Half these **** on life support, I don’t like at all
I’ma be the blame like it’s my fault
Why you think I come with a white cloth, black bag, Lysol
Napsack, you don’t wanna know what’s in the backpack
Or what’s the fights for, clap clap
Light off
Written by: Christopher williamson
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