Brownsilla & Skiiwlkr - Cry Prod. Forbidden Riddimz
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Lyrics
Look
I make the beat cry no Swiss
And I'm old school like K-Swiss
Born in the 90's
Can't waste time g
Fully about my cheese no Swiss
If things get long then I'm taking a risk
Still stand strong, see clear in the mist
I know they ain't seen nothing like this
Shoot my shot, nothing but swish
Protect yourself with a loaded gun
Trust me you weren't only one
It's hype out here
Guys roll with sabres like Obi-Wan
So I move on a focused one
Mum can't be losing her oldest son
I'm not paranoid, I'm just vigilant
I knows guys tryna put a hole in one
No golfing clubs
Got a mash in the Golf when we go to clubs
That was back in the day
But some man didn't put their mashes away
So you can still get opened up
Yeah the ends is cutthroat and stuff
But I still feel loads of love
It's just, guys are broke as fuck
And on the edge and feeling over stuck
Years on years just tryna get by
Went from shy to letting it fly
Got too much pride for American pie
Once in a while blud man I just cry
I was born in the north but I'm down for a prize
It's time, the one with the crown gonna rise
Who's gonna put their pounds on the dice?
It's I, put another round on the ice
Time really flies when your mind's on the grind
Still gotta try for the dynamite
Still gotta shine if I find no light
Seen the darkest of days
Still have a dream like Martin says
Bout time that my people's market pays
But I'm fighting for equal, bars must spray
Man won't cry
Stuck in the life
Struggle and strife
Seen it a lot
Cream of the crop
That's what I got
Guys wanna watch
Instead of building their own ting up
Everybody dem wants to go to the top
But what are you really working on?
Is it the real you're working on?
Or you following lights and whistles?
That path there is kind of fickle
Ain't gonna lie
Feeling like Malcom but not in the middle
Talking about X
Don't get ginnalsed
He would turn in his grave right now if he could see the guys getting hospitaled
Over dumb shit, lack of communication has got my peoples crippled
What am I sparking today?
Birthday cake for the dance or the rave?
Too many bredrins passing away
So I merk and I pray that I'm far from a grave
And I cry
Stuck in my mind still juggling time
Them guys never out hustling I
Cah they're stuck inside and they struggle with pride
So I shed tears for them
Us man got no fear for them
Brick pon brick with clear riddims
Don't stick to the scripts, we ain't hearing them
I might freestyle and make it look easy
Never had look-ins, now they want CDs
Look what I'm cooking with Brown, we in CT
And we took it from town to the GB
On my way to a party, before it started a man got stabbed outside
And nah he did not die, so we all carried on like it's just alright
I got my drink, I'm with brother, we smoking loud on the side
Not long after, man wanna fight
We need more U-N-I-T-Y
'Cause I'm sick of the anti vibes
There's guys in jail that's taken a life
Now wasting their life all at the same time
These are the guys the youths idolise
It's not a show on Netflix or Prime
When I say that the kids love Criminal Minds
I've seen my fair share of the pain
So I get up and grind
No I can't just sit back and
And cry
Tears from my eyes, they leaking
Still got love even if we ain't speaking
The one above sees when you stay scheming
There's no cheating
Need a sermon cos I keep preaching
Seeking the end of the tales they're repeating
I can't watch while my craft gets cheapened
But can't stop cah my path's in the deep end
But more time man we still get fly
With the .45 we could still get by
RIP Phife, cah we need more tribes
Lyrics to go yeah we need more vibes
Ima keep dropping till the world is sick of me
Out with the fake shit, done with the trickery
Gunning for all of the head tops lyrically
Headshot? You're gonna need more to be rid of me
I love my people
But it's like only the dumb shit gets highlighted
Peoples all over dying