The 27 Club
My student pulled up his record cuz he thought he'd get clout
I pulled up my SoundCloud to let em know what I'm bout
See we both make records
He make records for me
I make records for him
The vicious cycle of pen
These bars will set you free
That riker talk is dead
The narrative need a change
Embarrassed and im ashamed
If I'm 90 see the racial divide, what kind of life is that?
90s baby changing your life my style of rap
Imagine if whites went to prison 5 times as blacks
The same people hating on kap would probably light the flag
Fire
That had nothing to do with kneeling
But something bout the country's reaction was too revealing
I guess Ricky Williams Really was the Chappelle of the NFL
Leave the field free yourself
A story that they never sell
Some stars put the high in hiatus
Never come back to the light but die famous
Producers get hooked to the white but they got bangers
Labels turning eyes on pyramid triangles
Still Storch
Illuminatti is not conspiracy
You too stuck on tekashi you not hearing me
Staging robberies, trolling until they murder y'all
Ironic cuz hip hop started from an insurance fraud
The Bronx is burning up the party yo
We in the house but it's really an apartment tho
Forreal, the papi store is on the bottom floor
You might be next in line with trinitarios
If you screaming a whole lotta gang shit
Your justice for junior just ain't saying shit
Maaaann You might as well claim snitch
Dem numbers high as hell you droppin names Bitch
If the cops don't get you then the block will
Still no justice for Remy when he was shot and killed
I lost my friend to this shit, I know how it feel
Still they play me like Akademiks talking Chicago drill
Like im bill Wennington and I just found some work
Like I'm Charles Wellington and this is Down to Earth
Because I lack melanin I'm out of touch
Like I never spit these bars to a crowd of durks
I ain't talking about Nowitzki
White people killed my people, know your history
(Never forget)I never got sponsored by the rich elite
I need my freedom of speech your money ain't shit to me
We used to hide in attics from that heil Hitler
In america, we hide behind that white privilege
I don't hide behind scripture, Im an eyewitness
You don't like the way that I spit it get out of my business
I give this my spirit, my soul
Every word in my lyrics, I wrote
Make sure when I die these my quotes
Ain't nobody get the credit for what I spoke
Writers pushing records for drizzy to get his hands on it
No middleman I just want Shiggy to put a dance on it
Never thought I participate in these challenge raps
But here I am hashtagging to see if the talent stack
Hella facts, got Instagram fans from Halifax to Maui and back, now we can brag
I said we, there's no I in team
All my day ones get clean to these Irish springs
Squeezing suds on Guyanese queen, she rock tribal bling, that's my vivrant thing
Quality tips you should try these themes
Follow these lips they provide the means
To survive the violent screams in hybrid dreams turn to nightmares when the eyelids blink
The devil likes to prey in your stage of REM
I'm losing my religion when I bait him in
I traveled through the darkness of Satan's den
I battle with my hardships and play to win
Herman edwards, I'm turning heads with my candid speech
The Principal just banised me in fear I'd lead a band of teens
Seen teachers pop up in the ghetto
Telling kids they can't be successful if they ain't Bron or melo
But I promise to give you the highest truth
Exposing a falsetto for what it's worth, I go Longfellow
After this rhyme I'm transcendentalist
To get my technique on a dance with the devil tip
Poppa left became immortal hand the pen to kid
Said don't sleep like van wink, just let it RIP
I grew up by the van wyck
Momma named me Robert Moses funny my high ways made my parents tight
Bouncing off the walls, I never took my straterra like
Fuck a pill, I was terrified of being paralyzed
Never tripped off a mental evals
They don't understand the gift my potential allows
No money for a therapist I vent to the crowd
Can't censor my style, they just rendered it down
Another session with black collar, going Bambatta dropping jewels like mancala
Nobody on the planet hotter than poppa
Gotta stay underground like my man Hoffa
I pulled up my SoundCloud to let em know what I'm bout
See we both make records
He make records for me
I make records for him
The vicious cycle of pen
These bars will set you free
That riker talk is dead
The narrative need a change
Embarrassed and im ashamed
If I'm 90 see the racial divide, what kind of life is that?
90s baby changing your life my style of rap
Imagine if whites went to prison 5 times as blacks
The same people hating on kap would probably light the flag
Fire
That had nothing to do with kneeling
But something bout the country's reaction was too revealing
I guess Ricky Williams Really was the Chappelle of the NFL
Leave the field free yourself
A story that they never sell
Some stars put the high in hiatus
Never come back to the light but die famous
Producers get hooked to the white but they got bangers
Labels turning eyes on pyramid triangles
Still Storch
Illuminatti is not conspiracy
You too stuck on tekashi you not hearing me
Staging robberies, trolling until they murder y'all
Ironic cuz hip hop started from an insurance fraud
The Bronx is burning up the party yo
We in the house but it's really an apartment tho
Forreal, the papi store is on the bottom floor
You might be next in line with trinitarios
If you screaming a whole lotta gang shit
Your justice for junior just ain't saying shit
Maaaann You might as well claim snitch
Dem numbers high as hell you droppin names Bitch
If the cops don't get you then the block will
Still no justice for Remy when he was shot and killed
I lost my friend to this shit, I know how it feel
Still they play me like Akademiks talking Chicago drill
Like im bill Wennington and I just found some work
Like I'm Charles Wellington and this is Down to Earth
Because I lack melanin I'm out of touch
Like I never spit these bars to a crowd of durks
I ain't talking about Nowitzki
White people killed my people, know your history
(Never forget)I never got sponsored by the rich elite
I need my freedom of speech your money ain't shit to me
We used to hide in attics from that heil Hitler
In america, we hide behind that white privilege
I don't hide behind scripture, Im an eyewitness
You don't like the way that I spit it get out of my business
I give this my spirit, my soul
Every word in my lyrics, I wrote
Make sure when I die these my quotes
Ain't nobody get the credit for what I spoke
Writers pushing records for drizzy to get his hands on it
No middleman I just want Shiggy to put a dance on it
Never thought I participate in these challenge raps
But here I am hashtagging to see if the talent stack
Hella facts, got Instagram fans from Halifax to Maui and back, now we can brag
I said we, there's no I in team
All my day ones get clean to these Irish springs
Squeezing suds on Guyanese queen, she rock tribal bling, that's my vivrant thing
Quality tips you should try these themes
Follow these lips they provide the means
To survive the violent screams in hybrid dreams turn to nightmares when the eyelids blink
The devil likes to prey in your stage of REM
I'm losing my religion when I bait him in
I traveled through the darkness of Satan's den
I battle with my hardships and play to win
Herman edwards, I'm turning heads with my candid speech
The Principal just banised me in fear I'd lead a band of teens
Seen teachers pop up in the ghetto
Telling kids they can't be successful if they ain't Bron or melo
But I promise to give you the highest truth
Exposing a falsetto for what it's worth, I go Longfellow
After this rhyme I'm transcendentalist
To get my technique on a dance with the devil tip
Poppa left became immortal hand the pen to kid
Said don't sleep like van wink, just let it RIP
I grew up by the van wyck
Momma named me Robert Moses funny my high ways made my parents tight
Bouncing off the walls, I never took my straterra like
Fuck a pill, I was terrified of being paralyzed
Never tripped off a mental evals
They don't understand the gift my potential allows
No money for a therapist I vent to the crowd
Can't censor my style, they just rendered it down
Another session with black collar, going Bambatta dropping jewels like mancala
Nobody on the planet hotter than poppa
Gotta stay underground like my man Hoffa
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Writer(s): Poppa Left
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