paroles de chanson Libra - Napoleon Da Legend
Music
is
a
lonely
hustle
Where
fame
and
money
Is
the
only
muscle
Everybody
choose
their
persona
But
that
can
change
fast
When
you
move
a
coma
Relationship
are
rarely
deep
If
clout
wasn't
involved
They
would
rarely
beef
You
see
us
smiling
In
our
pictures
But
we
rarely
speak
The
foul
behavior
They
deny
until
you
share
receipts
Denial
as
survival
mechanisms
They
can't
bare
the
grief
For
the
opportunity
And
bag
they
don't
dare
to
speak
The
silence
intense
Everybody
feels
uneasy
You
sold
them
Paradise
for
a
pair
of
Yeezy's
Your
generation
sold
us
out
Now
you
mad
When
they
call
you
dusty
When
you
stepping
out
the
house?
And
granted
you
was
young
then
You
didn't
know
But
yall
was
the
ones
Who
made
it
all
about
the
dough
Get
money
money
Get
money
money
money
Get
money
money
Get
money
money
money
Yea
huh
I
never
stopped
to
smell
the
roses
Most
often
I
was
stuck
Under
the
spell
of
focus
Sleepless
nights
Popping
pills
of
melatonin
Scrolling
on
my
cellphone
My
peace
of
mind
was
stolen
Become
a
cross
Between
a
Shaman
and
a
showman
Rough
around
the
edges
Never
judge
a
scholar
By
his
clothing
They
throwing
numbers
at
us
To
blind
us
and
influence
us
Shorties
with
big
titties
Moonlighting
at
influencers
Tap
dancing
for
these
moguls
So
they
can
grant
you
wishes
Eroding
at
your
core
Going
against
your
intuition
Yea
the
game
is
mental
And
the
fame
is
consequential
How
you
washed
When
years
ago
You
had
some
promising
potential
Tell
us
what
happened
You
had
such
an
inspired
pencil
Now
you
sound
generic
Like
a
cast
iron
utensil
Tell
us
what
you
been
through
Educate
the
seeds
The
problem
in
this
game
Is
that
nobody's
there
to
lead
A
whole
culture
imprisoned
By
an
algorithm
feed
A
big
percentage
of
the
fandom
Mostly
likely
a
child
in
need
Children
breeding
more
children
Pleading
for
life
What
they
listen
to
is
food
And
what
they
eating
isn't
right
On
my
soap
box
Malcom
style
125th
It's
either
120
or
they
telling
us
We
3 fifths
How
far
we
came
Historically
for
us
to
reach
this?
To
allow
a
few
to
sell
us
out
Over
some
cheap
thrills
We
went
from
keeping
it
real
To
getting
at
the
bag
Counting
each
other's
pockets
Yo
we
going
out
sad
For
years
most
of
these
dudes
Ignored
the
red
flags
Busy
Breaking
Bad
Like
Heisenberg
in
a
meth
lab
Got
us
hooked
to
the
dope
And
sold
us
some
false
hope
But
yall
ain't
ready
for
That
conversation
thought
nope
(They
ain't
ready)
Ignorance
is
bliss
That
karma
that
came
back
To
spank
all
of
us
was
swift
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