Godfather
The godfather
Lift you up and then manslaughther
He doesn't bother
Picking the pieces up and then slam harder
The godfather
Lift you up and then manslaughter
He doesn't bother
Tricking everyone into a damn corner
Let me tell you a story in all its glory
Tarantino style but Lil less gory
I made a deal with the devil in my sleep
So my dreams are haunted promises hard to keep
Ill never reach the top if I stop dreaming
Fuck all your excuses start living
Let me brew my art, soul searching
Coz we grew apart me n my blessings
Everyday is a struggle I'm tryna make it through
Sorry to burst your bubble I know you fake it dude
You don't do half the things that you rap about
Honestly you don't do anything, what you yap about?
I let it go i live it low inside my head
You wanna bash me with hatred go right ahead
Im running circles around me these demons surround me like they tryna own me as soon as I'm dead
Firs of all im no pro but i wish to grow
Chords n tunes the beats have got me overdosed
And when I looked up above, the whole scenes changed
No I can't go back nor I can rearrange
You see
I have this craziest dream that I live and die for
There is not enough ink in this world I need more
These cerebral attacks that happened to me
Made me grab me a paper and slap some rap into it
Same backstory I have but got no evidence
I came too far that I forgot my residence
What a coincidence you hurt as well?
Oh well... Take my hand let me get you all out of this hell
Lift you up and then manslaughther
He doesn't bother
Picking the pieces up and then slam harder
The godfather
Lift you up and then manslaughter
He doesn't bother
Tricking everyone into a damn corner
Let me tell you a story in all its glory
Tarantino style but Lil less gory
I made a deal with the devil in my sleep
So my dreams are haunted promises hard to keep
Ill never reach the top if I stop dreaming
Fuck all your excuses start living
Let me brew my art, soul searching
Coz we grew apart me n my blessings
Everyday is a struggle I'm tryna make it through
Sorry to burst your bubble I know you fake it dude
You don't do half the things that you rap about
Honestly you don't do anything, what you yap about?
I let it go i live it low inside my head
You wanna bash me with hatred go right ahead
Im running circles around me these demons surround me like they tryna own me as soon as I'm dead
Firs of all im no pro but i wish to grow
Chords n tunes the beats have got me overdosed
And when I looked up above, the whole scenes changed
No I can't go back nor I can rearrange
You see
I have this craziest dream that I live and die for
There is not enough ink in this world I need more
These cerebral attacks that happened to me
Made me grab me a paper and slap some rap into it
Same backstory I have but got no evidence
I came too far that I forgot my residence
What a coincidence you hurt as well?
Oh well... Take my hand let me get you all out of this hell
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Writer(s): Nawab Gang
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