King Blitz - Pulpit (feat. D.I.L.E.M.A.) текст песни

Текст песни Pulpit (feat. D.I.L.E.M.A.) - King Blitz



These secrets in my head
Oh, how they burden me
These secrets in my head
Burn with urgency
If I tell you one, or two, or three
Can you keep them between you and me?
Shh, dirty secrets
Uh, still hold secrets for niggas that I ain't cool with
It's the cold, not even tryna be on no cool shit
Reach your soul, the booth equivalent to the pulpit
Still hold secrets for niggas that I ain't cool with
It's the cold, not even tryna be on no cool shit
Reach your soul, some use the booth, some use the pulpit
Yeah, uh
People don't hold you down the way they claim that they do
Loyalty and trust, you know the names that they spew
Defending your energy, know that they
Watchin' every move that you make
And know that the media has the ability
To make everything to be true
Control the masses, got Uncle Sam
All up on yo' asses, no address needed
Your phone? Yeah, they got access
We seen it's happen
Homie started rappin', they impact him
This homie turned to tracks and
Couldn't receive the same traction
Now reacting, I PB Jelly
I'm at your neck, camera on Wizard Kelly
Trust nobody, niggas be ready to get a info
It ain't hard to stay real homie, it's simple but still I-
Still hold secrets for niggas that I ain't cool with
It's the cold, not even tryna be on no cool shit
Reach your soul, the booth equivalent to the pulpit
Still hold secrets for niggas that I ain't cool with
It's the cold, not even tryna be on no cool shit
Reach your soul, some use the booth, some use the pulpit
(Yeah, you know what it is)
What man cool in the driver seat
No one controllin' my temper
Get nailed by me?
Framing you is really hard to picture
Your ply driven, what I carry the building
Playin' a role around the cast, it don't care about your feelings
Where I'm from, spillin' your guts will give you a double
Them words will sentence us to pars
When you reppin' the struggle
Review the cycle, so psychological
Slightest new opticals will slide your opticals
Into thinking right is not logical
Try to expand your pallet, but all you want is the chicken
Can't rebrand a generation force-fed off religion
Old Jeez gave me the gang, when I pass down some
You act like old folks eatin' steady bumpin' ya gums
Still hold secrets for niggas that I ain't cool with
It's the cold, not even tryna be on no cool shit
Reach your soul, the booth equivalent to the pulpit
Still hold secrets for niggas that I ain't cool with
It's the cold, not even tryna be on no cool shit
Reach your soul, some use the booth, some use the pulpit



Авторы: Randle Lee Berry


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