CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : BLACKZ
Why wait
sh*t
f**k
Yeah
Why wait
Who else last up to the track meet
Innovates on a pace where all the black b*st*rds take a back seat
Razor edge, doubled up
We pour the lean, double cup
Crossfade paid the plug, broke the break whole scene run amok (b*t*h)
Their flustered and frustrated, glad the ancestor paid it
Dapper and emancipator, paved the path I made away with
From slave to mater, pay an engineer to salvage play
Imagine it was all a drеam from which I shook awake
Yeah that moment wеnt right when that pressure bust pipe, I was hyped
Motherf**kers was dead wrong, n***a right
I be high and mighty, listen to the feds, turn up brightly
Shiny pay, I lift the frontline up to where the sky be
The limits in your mind
They say it all the time, it's a cliché
Program, choke up a gram, they ran and we play awesome
They got boo to tell your gang don't trip
It's some new hill, we on gang no (?)
Existential crisis, ripe for anxiety
Except that primal n***a thugs but it was (?) fields
n***as is tryna survive, freedom was justice while their hands tied, standing in line
Tryna rhyme while pressing down, bring the pills
Yeah, this feeling is real (the power in the world-)
The limits in your mind
It's a cliché
(It's a cliché)
n***a be pacing a way for the structure to change
sh*t
f**k
Yeah
Why wait
Who else last up to the track meet
Innovates on a pace where all the black b*st*rds take a back seat
Razor edge, doubled up
We pour the lean, double cup
Crossfade paid the plug, broke the break whole scene run amok (b*t*h)
Their flustered and frustrated, glad the ancestor paid it
Dapper and emancipator, paved the path I made away with
From slave to mater, pay an engineer to salvage play
Imagine it was all a drеam from which I shook awake
Yeah that moment wеnt right when that pressure bust pipe, I was hyped
Motherf**kers was dead wrong, n***a right
I be high and mighty, listen to the feds, turn up brightly
Shiny pay, I lift the frontline up to where the sky be
The limits in your mind
They say it all the time, it's a cliché
Program, choke up a gram, they ran and we play awesome
They got boo to tell your gang don't trip
It's some new hill, we on gang no (?)
Existential crisis, ripe for anxiety
Except that primal n***a thugs but it was (?) fields
n***as is tryna survive, freedom was justice while their hands tied, standing in line
Tryna rhyme while pressing down, bring the pills
Yeah, this feeling is real (the power in the world-)
The limits in your mind
It's a cliché
(It's a cliché)
n***a be pacing a way for the structure to change
