Righteous Man (feat. Eduardo Soy)
Everybody wanna be, the righteous man
Too blind to see the truth, but they hustling man
They want that quick money money money money money
They want them bandz
Sell they soul, get lost
And do it again
I've been running, I've been trapping
I've been looking, I've been searching
Tryna find a way out, but the system don't want it
Tryna go on the straight and narrow
But whose side gonna a pay a n
Good and bad ain't hard to choose, if you living below the line
Everybody wanna be, the righteous man
Too blind to see the truth, but they hustling man
They want that quick money money money money money
They want them bandz
Sell they soul, get lost
And do it again
You want hope, I got hope
Sell dreams, like dope
Hustle man, be that hustle man
Ain't no different from the pope
Yo shit don't smell no better men
Shit they feeding you poison men
Everybody just tryna hustle, by any means, by any means
Everybody wanna be, the righteous man
Too blind to see the truth, but they hustling man
They want that quick money money money money money
They want them bandz
Sell they soul, get lost
And do it again
It been so long so long that you've been running from that inner thought
Hold on hold on don't lose yourself to the inner fight
Keep going going going don't stop just push on through
At the end of this road everything's gonna be crystal clear
Too blind to see the truth, but they hustling man
They want that quick money money money money money
They want them bandz
Sell they soul, get lost
And do it again
I've been running, I've been trapping
I've been looking, I've been searching
Tryna find a way out, but the system don't want it
Tryna go on the straight and narrow
But whose side gonna a pay a n
Good and bad ain't hard to choose, if you living below the line
Everybody wanna be, the righteous man
Too blind to see the truth, but they hustling man
They want that quick money money money money money
They want them bandz
Sell they soul, get lost
And do it again
You want hope, I got hope
Sell dreams, like dope
Hustle man, be that hustle man
Ain't no different from the pope
Yo shit don't smell no better men
Shit they feeding you poison men
Everybody just tryna hustle, by any means, by any means
Everybody wanna be, the righteous man
Too blind to see the truth, but they hustling man
They want that quick money money money money money
They want them bandz
Sell they soul, get lost
And do it again
It been so long so long that you've been running from that inner thought
Hold on hold on don't lose yourself to the inner fight
Keep going going going don't stop just push on through
At the end of this road everything's gonna be crystal clear
Credits
Writer(s): Grace Ekeleme
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