The Innerlude (feat. Korporate)
Well, ooooh, Lord
You see Ive always believed
You gotta give to get you know
Oh yeah ooooh Lord
And if you don't give it
You won't get it that's why
Lack of motivation I been tied down
I haven't be inspired in awhile now
The music business like the NBA
The way you use to play
You play that way today they call it foul now
Idolizing you the people will bow down
If the subject matter even the flow
Sound like a child now
Sound like a child
But it don't matter
Cause I'm about to chow down
Hop on a beat
The flow will compare to Corona
Way it shut the town down
DAMN
They needed that
Im so conceited that
They wouldn't last a second in places
Where I competed at
And yo life is a lesson, learn it
And leave it that
The marathon continue
And I ain't tryna repeat a lap
And do without the drama Vo
You know you reaping what you sow
The way a farmer grow
And that's the way that karma go
But know that life is bigger
Than a bank amount
But would it hurt to add zero's
To that bank account
Of course it wouldn't
But what they honor now
Ain't that suburban brotha rapping
Like he Malcolm now
So his album drown
Now he thinking louder, but the liquor turn
The volume down
Give em a little bit more numbing the pain
I figure you gotta lose something
In order to gain
I notice some people content with just staying the same
Im moving against it I never could go with the grain
Stay in my lane
Nothing a change
But if it did
Hope for the better the better it get
Gotta be more than just working a gig
Gotta be bigger than tryna get big
Get you some wisdom and give it to kids
And that's the way to raise a protege
Teach em how to listen more
Instead of having more to say
Teach em not to Curry it
If they relating more to Klay
Don't critique a shorty
If you not the one to show the way
Call it impact
The needed kind
Nothing worst than feel like you living
With a defeated mind
Why
Cause what follow is the physique
When unaware who you are
Than you lacking what's so unique
About you and you can tell that you lacking it
When you speak
When you should be standing out
Like a accident in the street
So blending in how we living
Or should we be revealing that inner villain
Believe and start taking what wasn't given
We at the ceiling of greatness where haters
Stay in they feelings
Cause a lot of them is broke
And from poverty they was risen
But I understand, I fit that shoe as well
But its got take a wave that's big enough
To move a whale
A lesson learned should be the only way to view a fail
I feel like Heaven is a gift
For getting through this hell
Ugh
Well, oooh, Lord
You see I've always believed
You gotta give to get you know
Oh yeah
Ah Cayex could you
On God
And if you don't give it
Blessings
You won't get it that's why
Everytime I hit the stage bitches hardly ever quiet
Niggas play me they music
But I hardly ever like it, I mean
I hear em punch but they hardly ever spike it
Yet and still they getting gassed
Who would I be if I ain't siphon
I promise they huffiana
Who am I
Im a mother fucking monster
Im so appalled
I been a complication
That has yet to be resolved
When I was in the mud
They was quick to end call
Now a nigga the plug they itching
To get involved, if IG dm's can talk
Oh my, Look how the table's turned
You niggas kidding this gotta be April 1st
Let me get this straight
You ain't put on for groceries
But still expect a plate
Sitting at the table tryna sneak and say grace
You a boarder line enemy
Took me for a joke now you can keep
That same energy
You see Ive always believed
You gotta give to get you know
Oh yeah ooooh Lord
And if you don't give it
You won't get it that's why
Lack of motivation I been tied down
I haven't be inspired in awhile now
The music business like the NBA
The way you use to play
You play that way today they call it foul now
Idolizing you the people will bow down
If the subject matter even the flow
Sound like a child now
Sound like a child
But it don't matter
Cause I'm about to chow down
Hop on a beat
The flow will compare to Corona
Way it shut the town down
DAMN
They needed that
Im so conceited that
They wouldn't last a second in places
Where I competed at
And yo life is a lesson, learn it
And leave it that
The marathon continue
And I ain't tryna repeat a lap
And do without the drama Vo
You know you reaping what you sow
The way a farmer grow
And that's the way that karma go
But know that life is bigger
Than a bank amount
But would it hurt to add zero's
To that bank account
Of course it wouldn't
But what they honor now
Ain't that suburban brotha rapping
Like he Malcolm now
So his album drown
Now he thinking louder, but the liquor turn
The volume down
Give em a little bit more numbing the pain
I figure you gotta lose something
In order to gain
I notice some people content with just staying the same
Im moving against it I never could go with the grain
Stay in my lane
Nothing a change
But if it did
Hope for the better the better it get
Gotta be more than just working a gig
Gotta be bigger than tryna get big
Get you some wisdom and give it to kids
And that's the way to raise a protege
Teach em how to listen more
Instead of having more to say
Teach em not to Curry it
If they relating more to Klay
Don't critique a shorty
If you not the one to show the way
Call it impact
The needed kind
Nothing worst than feel like you living
With a defeated mind
Why
Cause what follow is the physique
When unaware who you are
Than you lacking what's so unique
About you and you can tell that you lacking it
When you speak
When you should be standing out
Like a accident in the street
So blending in how we living
Or should we be revealing that inner villain
Believe and start taking what wasn't given
We at the ceiling of greatness where haters
Stay in they feelings
Cause a lot of them is broke
And from poverty they was risen
But I understand, I fit that shoe as well
But its got take a wave that's big enough
To move a whale
A lesson learned should be the only way to view a fail
I feel like Heaven is a gift
For getting through this hell
Ugh
Well, oooh, Lord
You see I've always believed
You gotta give to get you know
Oh yeah
Ah Cayex could you
On God
And if you don't give it
Blessings
You won't get it that's why
Everytime I hit the stage bitches hardly ever quiet
Niggas play me they music
But I hardly ever like it, I mean
I hear em punch but they hardly ever spike it
Yet and still they getting gassed
Who would I be if I ain't siphon
I promise they huffiana
Who am I
Im a mother fucking monster
Im so appalled
I been a complication
That has yet to be resolved
When I was in the mud
They was quick to end call
Now a nigga the plug they itching
To get involved, if IG dm's can talk
Oh my, Look how the table's turned
You niggas kidding this gotta be April 1st
Let me get this straight
You ain't put on for groceries
But still expect a plate
Sitting at the table tryna sneak and say grace
You a boarder line enemy
Took me for a joke now you can keep
That same energy
Credits
Writer(s): Ivory Lofton
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