- The Underachievers Gotham Nights 歌詞
- The Underachievers
- You a dead mothafucka
Let me tell you somethin, get ready mothafucka
Because the day of reckoning is coming
In this Cold World
Aint no pun intended to J. Cole
But wage war to win that can make a nigga complacent
Keep the movement goin or continue wishin like changed thoughts
Thought up a corporation to combat media stations
Stay calm, emotions will break nigga from stayin strong
Still figurin out the pace to walk around these land bombs
Takin charge, battery power to put the flame sword
Torturin up whoever gon stand in front of the savior
Rectifying everything niggas be having caged up
Open up the door to perception in different layers
Makin critical thinkers from children stuck in there ways huh
Inflatin niggas ego who shriveled up like they rais-uhns
You need your ego to walk on this earth
God equipped you with everything that you needed since given birth
You aint got nothing inside of your makeup that shit aint work
In this world niggas is born with their names all on a hearse
Im moving just like the pope
Evolve with the faster growth
They livin like animals
But masters dont bang with those
Im focus on packin these shows
And building infinite capital
Instead of thinkin about catchin hoes im figurin out ways to wrap the globe
Around my fingers. Keep the god away from all these sinners
Im a little different niggas be wonderin why im distant
Cause thegoat a finna be the one person that gon be snitchin
So I keep my eyes open and guard the circle of winners
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin til he expose
Step up and confine walls
Shout out to yola
Doe though sometimes I feel the same, right here and out doors
Praises to the up most
Only pray, when pain is up close
Every generation, aint no patience, its just gun smoke
We oxymorons because we dumb woke
Crispen up the fronto
Dont need no other drug dose, we done those
She done doe, AK can switch it up and niggas want more
Like car shows. My flow accels, propel above your Bronco
Mayatose, Im always about my cheddar like Im Donatello
Even better spendin no pretenders that aint in my blendin
Contender heads get severed no one stoppin my endeavors
Gotta watch the snakes they slither, summer nights get cold like winter
Get up off me nigga, its bad enough to cross me
Im mutant offspring and your ex-man be an offerin
She get exhaust, still the freshest yall niggas Carltons
Yall do the wrong thing, spike lee, he never talkin
To be haunting trap my body cant steal my mind
Beat the signs, know we golly how we design
Only we define our reality through our minds
I dont feed off lies, GMOs can end your life
But Im a Gemini I come back twice
Im just like christ
My conscious took a one night trip
I bring you light
You wife a bitch i one night with
Your brain aint right
Sometimes you gotta feel the pain to know whats nice, uh
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin til he expose
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