Let Em' Know

I Pray to god
I got the music
That'll prolly
Teach you

Shed light
To the ones
Who don't think
That we equal

SouthSide nigga
Living on the Westside
Life's just like a sequel
Telling my truth
To a crowd of people

Tryna make
A quick dollar
On this music shit

But the passion
More deeper
Then just
Feeling Lit

And I just
Came up
Out the hood
Mind hella rich

Sax n Rapping nigga
Feeling cold
Boy he hella sick

He came from nothing
To be come something
To let the whole world
See what he's becoming

A humble soul
From where
Bouls be quick
For Shooting
I set my life
To be a
Black Bruin

Tryna let my
Music be the ticket
I Just hope
You don't miss it
Wanna be
The greatest ever
Thought I add
Something different
Not tryna
Have a competition
But I will
Win the mission
Now watch me
Serenade the pot
In the kitchen

I'm making
Big moves
Like a
Republican
But I stay
Just for
The brother man
Cuz it ain't no rights
Like he
The other man

Tryna
Change the game
Brought my gang
Like we a
Marching band
But ion
Think y'all
Understand
Yea
I do this
For the
City

Inspire
The dream
To make a milli

Them same ones
Laughed at me
Now
They looking Silly
Till they feel me

Ya ignorance

Should Know
The real me

So
Guide ya mind
To what
It really
Should be

She tryna
Find her way
But love
Ends in fate

So her baby
Ease the pain
Caused by
her mistakes

And she expects
Me
Not to be fake
In her need

Her bleeding heart
Just Need
Something to bleed
She'll figure out
What I mean

I'm living life
Like a
Book made
Of dreams

Gave you
My music
Now you
Turned to
A fiend

I said
I'm
Living life
Like a
Book made
Of dreams

Gave you
My music
Now you turn
To a fiend

Im the
Microphone
Fiend



Credits
Writer(s): Munir Griffin
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