Favela

歌詞

Okay Take one-thirteen I just wanna say, yeah, this is crazy Right Okay, this is, uh, starting on line one with Thomas On 5th of October, here we go Heavy is the neck that wears the chain Grippin' the grain, tryna maintain Feelin' this weed through the blood to my brain Writin' these lyrics in the back of the train Tryna sustain through the pain Been smokin' and drinkin' a little more than I should And I would do better, but I'm human Eyes on me like I'm Truman Escape through the page, contemplatin' my age Poetic justice for those who trust us I ain't tryna beat 'em, no, we just us, watch the gat bust We get bread, you get crust Love is a must, world we live in is fucked up Switch the position on another mission, now peep the diction It's far from fiction, far from accessible Want beef? End up a vegetable A hundred and fifty thousand people is at the festival Black proud and louder than decibels Bullshit, no, I'm not susceptible, it's not acceptable The bitch in me is undetectable, I'm too respectable Conceptual, my albums be, in the studio 'til 'round about three Never paid a fee, you fuckin with me? Get it for free Now let it breathe, murderin' it with ease Peep the prestige, I spit degrees, your shit freeze If I had a penny for my thoughts, then I'd be Elon Musk Rappin' from dawn 'til dusk, you know in Dilla we trust Hits never went to my head, I was never concussed Givin' no fucks, bumpin' Busta Genesis Waitin' for the first of the month and all of its benefits Life been a bitch, chillin' with Mad Eleven, tryna get richer Rather get richer, fuck the paper talkin', bigger picture Comin' to get ya, now let me hit ya with that throwback The illest memories, PS3 when grenades was gettin' thrown back Modern Warfare 2 at the favela Was my escape when I wasn't scrubbin' floors like Cinderella No glass slipper, pass me the mic, I go Jack The Ripper I'm sicker than COVID-20, fuck all the money I'm doin' it how I've been doin', ain't nobody takin' it from me Grew up five hundred and fifteen miles from Seven Mile But this beat got me feelin' slummy, dummy, ayy, listen I never passed tenth grade, but I still get the rent paid You fake, I be real like Cypress Hill Fake motherfuckers, I can see through you My game strong, y'all weak like five plus two Bust the door, then rush through Gettin' this bread 'cause the people fuck with it Your whole shit's stale, wouldn't feed ducks with it I make firm decisions like a legislator My briefcase Italian leather, my loafers is alligator My bank account is greater, but none of them numbers define me Fuck rap, put it behind me, don't try me, y'all too grimy Smokin' cigs after dark, we call that Nick at Nite Spark the blunt, watch the Bic ignite, fuck your life Think you could body me, bitch? You couldn't even limb me Smokin' dope like a chimney, I been me Fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck rap Di-, Di-, Di-, Di-, Di-, Di- Dilla we trust Di-, Di-, Di-, Di-, Di-, Di- Dilla we trust (Yeah)