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Correct Fighting Demons, Dropping Jewels Lyrics
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[Intro] I feel like it's my, it's my uh, my responsibility to do that and to give you something good, you know. Whether they know it or not, you basically... you're a teacher. You got somebody's attention. And, you actually givin' them something. I'm finna give it to you. Every kind of way, you know, the good and the bad [Verse] Fire in my eyes, like when the stove blaze I am the revenant, I done been through those cold days Fighting demons, trying not to turn to my old ways Like you lackin' traffic, I'm blasting ratchets, that's road rage Ya'll using structures, you niggas ain't using logic One shot in-between ya eyes, and you closing em like a closet The afterlife isn't promised, only death, we can't dodge it This life we live ain't forever, so make the most while you got it Don't fry your brain with narcotics, see God is my only chronic Your demons might bring you down, but he'll bring you up like hydraulics I'm full of wisdom and knowledge, and sharin' it like a prophet So love me all for my actions, not cuz of what's in my pockets Just counted a thousand hunnids, my momma proud of her son And she smilin' cuz now I'm buzzin' Knew I would amount to something She told me "all smiles ain't smiles, all grins ain't grins Watch every nigga around you, all friends ain't friends Don't be no fool, stay on your shit All love ain't love, my son, all snakes don't hiss" I got so much knowledge bottled up Check up on me, no follow-ups Teachin' all of my follower's Till' they nail me like Yeshua Look, don't sell your soul Real nigga's don't ever fold Just set and pursue your goals The truth that was never told Is they'll bribe you with cars and clothes Shiny diamonds and gold Performin' at hella shows And after that, nailin' hoes I've been grinding on my own They can't bribe me with no loans Before I live as a slave, I'll be dying on my throne Don't do lying in my songs Bitch, I'm flyer than the drones Taking giants out they zones Tell Goliath "bring it on!" Rich thoughts while I'm living broke Was sweeping, stumping, killing roaches on that kitchen floor Sent to get eggs, but was stealing while was in the store Went many winters with hoodies, didn't have no winter coat Fuck that, start dealing dope Got paper like an envelope Was fuckin' paid, no gigolo I swear I was so fresh that even Zest thought I invented soap I ran into the fucking cops, fell off, had to kick a door Lost lots of green like pigalo I'm just thankful I'm still afloat Remindin' God that I'm thankful, I always tell him that While hoping the people we've lost is wherever heaven's at And I know what that struggle like, robbin', stealin', sellin' packs When this christmas come, your kids don't wonder where they presents at The bar's been set, go be better than those that came before you Flex like bodybuilders, and shine on nigga's like baby oil But try not to slip cuz the prison system got places for you Don't get the picture, my nigga, here let me paint it for you The same nigga's that say they love you and claim they loyal Ain't gon' pay no lawyers or let alone, raise your babies for you It don't make you real cuz there's diamonds inside your damn watch And never left your hood, and you always reppin' your damn block And It don't make you savage cuz you be totin' no damn Glocks Or popped it at no opps, so you ran away from no damn cops Or sold a bunch of grams, or be standin' over them damn pots Or you stay in the field, like them lil nigga's off Sandlot If you don't want your momma to see you up in no damn box Just aim straight, for that ain't cool, like Ken Shamrock Used to watch Rap City, had dreams to be at the damn top Now labels on my dick, with hopes they can get my John Hancock Nobody famous reached out to me, or gave me no damn shot Lately I'm adding dough to my knots, until rubberbands pop I caught a couple gun cases that still steel with him My fans love when I'm going in for the kill, nigga Like hopin' out whips with them pumps if I'm on your heels, nigga You better heal, nigga, I'm just here to heal nigga's Give em the real, you may never know how that feels, nigga I don't complain or chill, I got too much will, nigga Made it this far, and I did it without a deal, nigga Just cuz you got a dead homie don't make you real, nigga Every man dies, but not every man lives And I'm thankful for my banks, like I married aunt Viv' But I'm wonderin', why is hell still a punishment? If they say Jesus died on that cross for, every man's sins Nobody's safe, nobody's pure, nobody's sure Your spots a maybe, you're crazy, no spots secure Put God first, I don't make a move unless he's involved Fightin' demons off while I'm droppin' jewels like I've seen it all [Outro] And you need to understand that and give them something, you know, give them something good, give them something they can use. You know, here and there. Instead of giving them all this, uh, bullshit, that they want, that the majority of people want, you know
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