DON’T SHOOT THE MESSENGER

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Mykael V & nobigdyl.] Yeah Y'all already know what it is Hold up, let me check my watch real quick I think it's about that time (Hold up, Wop, you made this?) Ayo, point that gun in the other direction I'm only remindin' you of what you already know And that's one thing, indie tribe save lives Yeah You heard? [Chorus: nobigdyl.] Ay, Dyllie, gave my heart to the race but now I'm pacin' it Saw the elephant in the room but now I'm cagin' it Almost sold my soul to machine but now I'm ragin' it Then I almost gave up my dream, but now I'm prayin' it Don't shoot the messenger, please, I'm just relayin' it [Interlude 1] Hello? Yes we have it. Come through, man. Dang! Okay then. Always callin' this number! [Verse 1: Jon Keith] Okay, in my element, found my residence Heaven sent, what y'all worship? Dead Presidents I was just another kid tryna find relevance Then it hit- lightbulb, mm, Edison White Jesus couldn't free us I had to find Yeshua, America deceived us, yuh I walked away from bread to eat beats Now my lettuce gettin' stacked God said, "Say cheese!" They appalled, I'm appeased, boy Look at me, boy! I'm mean without livin' drip, I'm just a sea, boy Your whole life, TikTokin' like e-boys And my whole wife poppin', she a dream [Interlude 2: DJ Mykael V] Ayo, this what we doin' now? Ay, don't look at me, I'm just tellin' you what they told me! Tryna help you out! [Verse 2: nobigdyl.] Don't shoot, look, ay I saw you change a little bit to get a little change (A little change) Compromise a little bit to get a little fame (A little fame) In public you holy, in private, are you still the same? (Shoo) Who are you really when temple hit the pillowcase? (Who are you for real?) Didn't like the business plan, label me a simpleton Back and forth, over net, what is that? Wimbledon (Wimbledon ) What you say? What you live? That should be a synonym Don't kill the messenger, the message what offended them (True) A friend that's willin' to check ya is gonna build ya (Shoo) Scriptures say the kisses from enemies gonna kill you I couldn't keep it quiet just to keep the money right Especially when the mother and the wife caught a funny vibe (Yeah, funny vibe) In the Waffle House tryna get one on the sunny side (Alright) Waitress with the vibes tryna get up in the photo Texts from the lawyer said the compromise a no go (What) Friend turned to foe, man that's feelin' like a lowblow (Lowblow) [Verse 3: Mogli the Iceburg] Yeah, mustang, pull up, whole tribe hopped out Lived a lot of life since back recordin' in my pops house Spent a lot of nights awake, wrestlin' with my doubts Took a couple bruises but we got a lot online now, yeah Someone tell Klyde, I can't find where my chain went I'ma need another pack or I'ma start complainin' I might pack up everything and hoof it back to Canaan I just live life but to you it's entertainment Cookin' up that bottle full of henney at the Grammies type beat This Miami in the summer, rockin' denim type heat This that hit me with that sucker punch, I'm still on my feet Planted on the concrete If you build somebody else's dreams, I wouldn't wanna be ya Our festival is poppin' like some onomatopoeia I started doin' dishes but got paid for my ideas Indie tribe, no we ain't gon drift apart like Pangea [Outro: DJ Mykael V] Oh, this what we doin' now? Look, I'ma tell you the message that they told me to tell you And it reads as follows: Ahem "Envy? It don't look good on you."