AMNESTY
Lately I've been on my faith shit
Looking up to God, and I promised Him I'll make it
This ain't no façade, really hope He see I'm chasing
Cause He been the only one who knows what I be facing
Self pity wrapped around myself like a blanket
Told my mom I'll make it, now I gotta fake it
Parents gave it up when they came, I can't waste it
Still ain't live the life that they want, I forsake it
So I spend my nights, getting drunk, getting wasted
Lookin for peace in a bottle
Or faith in a motto, or love in a model
I'm drowning out the sorrows, I push it for tomorrow
And I wake up feeling better on a high that I borrowed
But I ain't done enough, I ain't done enough
I look to Arjun and he saying you ain't one of us
I spend my days looking for ways I can run it up
I wanna live forever, I can't be a runner up
Hands folded, my heart devoted, I stay the coldest
I stand loaded, write my tragedy like I'm a poet
Neck golden, I noted my sins every moment
God gave me amnesty, so I could tear up my opponents
Hands folded, my heart devoted, I stay the coldest
I stand loaded, write my tragedy like I'm a poet
Neck golden, I noted my sins every moment
God gave me amnesty, so I could tear up my opponents
I sat back, but I never slacked, I needed time
Healing from my demons, now I write my story every rhyme
I ain't in a rush, bitch I own the finish line
Best believe if I go for the top, I'ma make it mine
I saw they had a few doubts, I had to cut them all out
I thought I'd see em at the top I guess they wanna miss out
They said we got a couple problems, wanna figure it out
I told em go and kick rocks, I had to cut the bitch out
But I don't need to be abrasive, bitch I know I been him
Why you tryna hang when you made me independent
Claiming that you gang, you ain't even competition
Get up out my lane, you ain't ever see the vision
I be staying in the hills
Meditating on the dubs while they sitting on their bills
I can't play the dove while they're going for the kill
If they show me fake love, I'm the one to keep it real
I'm the one to keep it real
Hands folded, my heart devoted, I stay the coldest
I stand loaded, write my tragedy like I'm a poet
Neck golden, I noted my sins every moment
God gave me amnesty, so I could tear up my opponents
Hands folded, my heart devoted, I stay the coldest
I stand loaded, write my tragedy like I'm a poet
Neck golden, I noted my sins every moment
God gave me amnesty, so I could tear up my opponents
Looking up to God, and I promised Him I'll make it
This ain't no façade, really hope He see I'm chasing
Cause He been the only one who knows what I be facing
Self pity wrapped around myself like a blanket
Told my mom I'll make it, now I gotta fake it
Parents gave it up when they came, I can't waste it
Still ain't live the life that they want, I forsake it
So I spend my nights, getting drunk, getting wasted
Lookin for peace in a bottle
Or faith in a motto, or love in a model
I'm drowning out the sorrows, I push it for tomorrow
And I wake up feeling better on a high that I borrowed
But I ain't done enough, I ain't done enough
I look to Arjun and he saying you ain't one of us
I spend my days looking for ways I can run it up
I wanna live forever, I can't be a runner up
Hands folded, my heart devoted, I stay the coldest
I stand loaded, write my tragedy like I'm a poet
Neck golden, I noted my sins every moment
God gave me amnesty, so I could tear up my opponents
Hands folded, my heart devoted, I stay the coldest
I stand loaded, write my tragedy like I'm a poet
Neck golden, I noted my sins every moment
God gave me amnesty, so I could tear up my opponents
I sat back, but I never slacked, I needed time
Healing from my demons, now I write my story every rhyme
I ain't in a rush, bitch I own the finish line
Best believe if I go for the top, I'ma make it mine
I saw they had a few doubts, I had to cut them all out
I thought I'd see em at the top I guess they wanna miss out
They said we got a couple problems, wanna figure it out
I told em go and kick rocks, I had to cut the bitch out
But I don't need to be abrasive, bitch I know I been him
Why you tryna hang when you made me independent
Claiming that you gang, you ain't even competition
Get up out my lane, you ain't ever see the vision
I be staying in the hills
Meditating on the dubs while they sitting on their bills
I can't play the dove while they're going for the kill
If they show me fake love, I'm the one to keep it real
I'm the one to keep it real
Hands folded, my heart devoted, I stay the coldest
I stand loaded, write my tragedy like I'm a poet
Neck golden, I noted my sins every moment
God gave me amnesty, so I could tear up my opponents
Hands folded, my heart devoted, I stay the coldest
I stand loaded, write my tragedy like I'm a poet
Neck golden, I noted my sins every moment
God gave me amnesty, so I could tear up my opponents
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Writer(s): Viren Fernandes
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