paroles de chanson Colin & Jay Freestyle (I Do This for My Culture) - Triz Nathaniel

Okay okay big man, wanna make some big bucks
But some of your new clan includes Ku Klux
Funny what seven zeroes could change
But I'ma stand up cuz number seven stood up for me

When you act like you got the back of Kaepernick
But the facts say that was just cap nigga? Shit
Now we confused about your ghetto point of view
I mean who the fuck you with dude?

So I'ma take out this time
To say verbally the shit I got on my mind
And it's no business of mine how much wealth you amassing
And I never throw shade unless it's trees I'm passing

But I'm saying Kap kinda deserved a lil' backing
Like the couch he probably sitting on back at the crib
'Cause he ain't fib about us getting shot and shackled
And that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

But I'm relapsing like a motherfucking renegade
And I been afraid I would live to see the day
That the greatest would lose face like Nick Cage
& Travolta, I'm just hoping for a coming of age

But it's looking Bleek when the mouthpiece for hustlers
Speaking up for the rich white motherfuckers
So nigga who you lovin? Who you wanna be huggin?
Wanna be in bed with billionaires like Kim on Volume One

Down on one knee proposing 'ccountability for cops
Ain't no nigga like the one we got
Cuz in the heart of the city the kiddies still getting shot
Can I get a (woop woop) for the Roc?

What happened to the homie who had homies in the H-Block
Spitting goal lines for the niggas doing eight in the box
Broke out but went and changed the locks and shit
Like if Kiss subbed out for Miss Pinkett-Smith

Come on the verse like da-da-tadow
I'm hurting like, you can't be serious right now
Man I ain't crying, it's the song - but pass me some tissues
Lord help me forgive him I got some issues

His shoes is the big shoes
And next to him I'm looking like I'm rocking kid's shoes
But put yourself in the shoes of a true outlaw
In Donald Trump's Amerik-k-ka

You broke a billion hearts nigga, no Kap
Cuz he just wanna brush dirt off his shoulder pads
Your back turned when he just want his turn
At the spot that he earned
It's his life, ya'mean Vern?

I'm earnest, can't turn this off I got no switch
I'm revolution til the end, tell a friend bitch
Got no paper, but my spirit yo? Mad rich
Stick rhymes under your scalp, I'm a savage

Not even a chance to suit up, yo
At least he well suited for the struggle
They see spades even when we in a suit so
We can't just change clothes and go, no!

How did you feel when you was rich but still
Had the rap patrol all up in your grill?
Shout out to the soldier who was willing to kneel
P.O.W. in the war for real (for real)

What's it about?
You take the beating for your friend you don't never lay down
You don't never betray who you are
And you don't sit down with rats, no sir

Back in the day just my dogs in me
Studying every word on the CD
And I'm from D.C.
Where R.E.
Did Overnight Scenario before Volume 3

And shortly after that - MMLP
And we debated what you said furiously:
"I'm the illest nigga doing it til you prove me wrong"
And since Em ain't a nigga we agreed with the song

And when Blueprint dropped all that talk was over
We all knew rap's Jehova
But now you let us down like romaine on the ground
But you still our nigga though, bruh