The Dogma
Everybody acting like they know me
Coz yesterday they saw me
They think they know my story
Coz Yesterday they saw me
But today
But today
But today
But today
Everybody dropping like plates
Coz I sent a fucking fist to their face my God
They be still be looking for that fade
But I got that shit ready-made
They been trying to call my home
They been trying to talk to my mom
They been trying to contact my dad about
How I am dropping god damn F-bombs
I don't wait for the sun every day
I Still make my own hay
And I call my haters, I call em traitors
I make em watch in dismay
I am just about made eh, Like a ghetto gangster
Waiting for that payday, My haters crying mayday
I say comprende I watch em fading
Ain't a gangster, but I am stitching a holster
Strolling low key, with rolled green
I don't kneel, but you know me
Now my story, full of glory
But I don't preach ain't no Luther
A Glock in each of my shoulder
Don't look back when m taking corners
I fired around the block
Got em running in circles
Shit this gotta be a circus
Got them running outta time
Like they be on a clock
Tripping over a rock
Like a flock of sheep
Whack 'em like weed
I am still straight up like I am 12:00 o'clock
But today
But today
But today
But today
I just dumbed laden in a bin
I caught a shark by the fin
My church says that I am a sin
Watch me make that wide grin
Will to live, ain't built to leave
Built to breathe, built to be free
Built to be seen, like a tsunami
Like an army, built to be me
Never give up like the mouse that churned the cream
Coz yesterday they saw me
They think they know my story
Coz Yesterday they saw me
But today
But today
But today
But today
Everybody dropping like plates
Coz I sent a fucking fist to their face my God
They be still be looking for that fade
But I got that shit ready-made
They been trying to call my home
They been trying to talk to my mom
They been trying to contact my dad about
How I am dropping god damn F-bombs
I don't wait for the sun every day
I Still make my own hay
And I call my haters, I call em traitors
I make em watch in dismay
I am just about made eh, Like a ghetto gangster
Waiting for that payday, My haters crying mayday
I say comprende I watch em fading
Ain't a gangster, but I am stitching a holster
Strolling low key, with rolled green
I don't kneel, but you know me
Now my story, full of glory
But I don't preach ain't no Luther
A Glock in each of my shoulder
Don't look back when m taking corners
I fired around the block
Got em running in circles
Shit this gotta be a circus
Got them running outta time
Like they be on a clock
Tripping over a rock
Like a flock of sheep
Whack 'em like weed
I am still straight up like I am 12:00 o'clock
But today
But today
But today
But today
I just dumbed laden in a bin
I caught a shark by the fin
My church says that I am a sin
Watch me make that wide grin
Will to live, ain't built to leave
Built to breathe, built to be free
Built to be seen, like a tsunami
Like an army, built to be me
Never give up like the mouse that churned the cream
Credits
Writer(s): Shone Thomas
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