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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Travis Love
Travis Love
Rap
Gregory Taylor
Gregory Taylor
Rap
Philmore Greene Publishing
Philmore Greene Publishing
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rashid Hadee
Rashid Hadee
Komponist:in
Travis Love
Travis Love
Songwriter:in
Gregory Taylor
Gregory Taylor
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rashid Hadee
Rashid Hadee
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Intro]
Let's get into it like
[Verse 1]
Look, we try to smile, but around here we born cocky
Who gon' stop me? Like a Wade to a LeBron Olly
You can't beat me, you can try to watch me, godly
You should be honored as a carbon copy
I barely played the Lobby, a'K' Block where you can spot me
VB to Kilbourn, Hiroshima to Nagasaki
Philly lines is hittin' like a voltage
Put my name in Tidal, press play and let it shock ya body
Close ya eyes and let me show you the ghetto
Where the crack smoke is thick, now ya vision is foggy
She gave the pipe to her son, now a drill is his hobby
And the feds came and dearly departed the posse
These ain't rhymes, these ain't lines
These are Persian death threats on a page, but I spit it in Farsi
'Cause you don't get me, you don't got me
Philly complex, I'm tryna touch the whole world, God got me, the Grand Design
[Chorus]
Thoughts make my reality all the time
Blessed, duckin' a tragedy all the time
G-O-D power my battery all the time
Can't do seldom, it gotta be all the time
All the time, you movin' ahead or fallin' behind?
Bumpy Knuckles, baby, rhymin' is a part of my life
Grandiose grandsons, grand finale of the times
Architects of the mind, the Grand Design
[Verse 2]
Baby, try to smile, but around here they stole homes
So smilin' in spite of that is due to us blowin' chrome
Pause it, it is what it is like throwin' jargon
With your day one and gettin' paid to push your margin, peep
My neighborhood was for sale before we saw the signs
The yay get put on a scale and the city come alive
And everyone who's alive is gettin' underlined
In a trunk, due to the trunk that the weight come inside
Pause it, it is what it is like puttin' the culture first
And when it really is who you is, it's all unrehearsed
Sixteens brung a hearse, I'm here 'cause I want the purse
But the only thing over my shoulders is a sash with a Huey Newton flag, not a cross body bag
So I never gotta worry 'bout a pause bein' attached, right?
And all the above is just a bag full of dominoes
One pushin' the other before I vámanos
[Chorus]
Thoughts make my reality all the time
Blessed, duckin' a tragedy all the time
G-O-D power my battery all the time
Can't do seldom, it gotta be all the time
All the time, you movin' ahead or fallin' behind?
Bumpy Knuckles, baby, rhymin' is a part of my life
Grandiose grandsons, grand finale of the times
Architects of the mind, the Grand Design
Written by: Gregory Taylor, Rashid Hadee, Travis Love
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