Текст песни Chauncy II - Wordz , Mass The Difference , Tyson Sybateli

Living a dangerous life, follow my dreams
A part of me just can't get it right, know how it seems
Look how these niggas are, faker than asians
I'll never fake a bar, you cappin
Do it with patience thats how you make a star

Its no tar road in my shoe scuff, watch the path
I come from where the drugs will have you chewed up
This thing is sad
Its where the bees is always buzzing this sting is bad
Come from where the glasses always tinkle man its breaking bad

Somebody answer me
This time I'm fuckin up the game ain't no more chastity
The devil's coming after me, he wanna strike a deal
And he know I will
He knows I wanna make it and influence
All the ones its real (yeah)

But then I'm only, a fraction of my homies
The only that made it, don't sell me things that I don't need

And If I could, they'd make it out the kasi
Don't hesitate to tell me its all the time that they got me

Started this with the pad and the ink shit
The boy fire all I need is a pinkslip
Slave mentality when I dream all I see is whips
Bars like felonies it's a crime if you stream this

Roll the dice I need my chips with some cream dip
I'm Sam Rothstein I pull up in my dream whip
Half the shit I got, I got it cause I dream big
Don't you ask me 'bout no niggas I ain't seen with

Too many R-I-P's that show me that the time has flown
I need to show you who I am before my time is gone
I'm living in the song so I make the time move slow
I'm the chosen one as far as rhyming goes

Hand picked by the Lord himself he told me
Spit that shit and make sure it's felt so homie
It don't matter what cards you dealt
What really matters is the knowledge of self

Listen
Rainbow nation baby this is Nelson Mandela's work
Ask Nelly my only country was Grammer
Bitch I'm gifted with words
A Grammy I deserve
Laundry day to wash the earth
And rinse away all the dirt, when Eve came

The apple fell far for the family trees sake
She skipping school and skipping on terminals
Flights out to Cape town to run from what's hurting you
And your sister looks up to you
And friends boyfriends tryna fuck with you
You face the mirror knowing you don't trust in you

Spiders in the corner of my room
I been living these Lil twenty something years with all your rules

My friends gone but not forgotten
How you let somebody else's bitch become your problem
That is not pimping
Internet success but broke that is not living
Those Jordans all fake so don't aspire to mingle
Or fit in with these half baked summer time Chris cringles
Cause it's just a bunch of hoes getting gifted claiming you bitter
When you asked em if they rich
Then why don't they spoil those who with em
My bitch bad like coronavirus
Homie it's a pandemic y'all broke why the hell you lying

Product of a praying mother
Thoughts of my distant father
Wonder why he didn't bother
Never mind my shiit in order
Never mind might be a lawyer
Never mind might be a rapper
I am not a joke, not Leon nor Jimmy Fallon
Corona made us bury y'all in closed casket
Four AM, said a little prayer like Aretha Franklin
They tryna take advantage I won't let that happen
Took my word for granted when I warned them
Like it's Noah rapping
Forgot that handshake like it never happened
It was just a pity such greatness had to end tragic
Even distribution is the law of balance
I just want the peace, let the pain vanish
We could all have it
All have it