Текст песни Murder Inc 2: Not For Radio - Reetkat

Moist

Uhuh
This not for radio son
Blue Rome
You know what time it is
I'm just speaking my truth you know
Uh
Let's get it

Uh Dead niggas over dead rumors
I'm trying to touch artillery before I see a jeweler
Up in uni, them man got me touching computers but I want machines
No matatas for hakuna cause its trouble round here
Talk much you finally end up in a bubble round here
We'll get you wetter than a puddle round here
It's metal over muscle round here
Long range; fuck a fist fight or scuffle round here uh
Souls scarred but we know we know we'll surely make it up
Only scars I'm interested in is paper cuts
That trap money comes fast but goes faster
Dead presidents flip till them notes all turn Casper
Niggas bad from early
And their souls been weary
So if you got a death wish I know a couple fairies
That could get you toll free or for a bag of weed
No cap
Niggas been falling fast like Nigerian economy
It's hard to love a nation that don't love you back
And my mama wants an engineer or pilot but I want to rap
She proud of me still
She knows I'm great at this shit
And school been striking harder than Ronaldo on them pitches
So I guess she's convinced
It's hard to deny glory
Can't wait to see her smiling in a Wraith or a Rari
Beamer, Benz or whatever
I pray I keep getting better
My Christian roots is deep but I got me a touch of Rasta
Cold world; people killing for religion or race
Hypocritical shit; we still praying for grace
They smashed a girl's head in and set her on fire
For speaking her mind
I guess freedom of speech is on the decline
That's got me fucked up
Y'all niggas fucked up
Self-righteous motherfuckers who isn't even righteous
Y'all really fucked up
Yeah, I said it
I fear God not repercussions
And yeah, fuck your big homie in office
I'm out of here

Shavi in your ears