Lullaby

Lyrics

[Verse 1: JK-47] Everybody wanna talk, but I ain't been listenin' I'm on a mission like fuck what you thought, my eye on a million Showed off our victims to the system, never that, I'ma give me some shit that I never had Son lookin' at me teary eyed, askin' "When it gonna get better, dad?" So I stayed up till the sun rose tryna write raps Made a flow so tight, rappers actin' twice, wanna try and bite that Go on then, have a bite, but we ain't alike, wouldn't even try if I was in them shoes Only way that you could understand is if you been through what we went through Let me show love to the day ones that stayed in my corner Shit, if I make two, you can take one, that's how I was brought up And many men wanna talk tough, staunch stuff, fine by me But I ain't messin' with the dick measurin', I'm busy gettin' to the cheese Get the message? I won't ever leave till they give me what I came here for Only ever been an outcast, like Andre, I'm a big boy Bet you know my name now, dragon leavin' ashes When I blow this flame out, flow Cobain, blow brains out [Verse 2: Chiggz] We makin' money moves, all about this moola, backin' our own vibes Want it through? I get a hundred through, plus ECB since oh-nine Like run it up, run it up, bank (Bank) Vivid on visions, hey (Hey) Load 'em and with it, thanks (Thanks, thanks) Never runnin' out of dime (Oh) I'm fuckin' her brain, love her embrace Homie just lookin' for people to stay I want a house, I want a boat, bigger and better than both, not payin' rent, gonna own Team with a ten on the road, proud of the team for all that we know We had it bad where no one would go, breakin' it down and buyin' new phones Rollin' up weed, ha, rollin' a doob Puttin' in work, ha, team not willin' to lose, nah See this? Ha, we ready to move, yeah Two four, eight six, hot in the booth [Verse 3: Deltoy] This ain't a fluke, you witnessin' greatness (Yeah, we different) I see you waitin' but I never say shit (Nah) I don't got time to show hate, no breakin', I'm tryna make it This that East Coast (What) Brothers fillin' grandstands (Shit) Tryna stack this money up just to feed my little fam (We hungry) I been fightin' all these demons ever since Ma let me down Didn't faze me, that shit made me, now your boy 'bout to make it out (Uh-huh) I had no money, barely a roof, shout out to aunt, she gave me a room Strugglin' hard, wasn't nothin' new, now we comin' up, what'cha gonna do? (Aroo) [Verse 4: Nate G] Never mind lookin' for me (Leh go) We dippin' through cities I'm flippin' the tables collectin' the cheese (Gettin' the cheese) Remember you pitied my dogs? Thank God we off of the leash (Woo) We were scrapin' the bottom Then carryin' wars, you wasn't with me, brah, tell 'em get lost and follow my lead Because we gettin' close (Yes, yes) I can feel it in the air now On a mission and I came prepared, I ain't really in it for the staredowns Said the second that I see 'em heat, gon' release, guess we got a man down Brah, I knew I had to send the bag since I was young and mum was pushin' prams round Brah, we goin' ham now (Yessir) That's the bloodline mobbin' on the stage Brah, I got mine, what you tryna say to that? Got time, I ain't here to play Whole different plan now (Yeah, what) I ain't feelin' like I was the other years (Nah) I was kickin' in the backseat, motherfucker, now I'm tryna steer [Verse 5: JK-47, Nate G] Be here doin' this, early morn' till the sun sets Wanna hit my line? Get your money right, tell 'em better run checks Can't waste my time tryna make one turn into a hundred Tell 'em all move up, get up off the court, 'cause you know who up next Yeah, yeah, you know who be up next, this here what we do best Turnin' music into a mission now we got 'em thinkin' what we finna do next Nate, everybody wanna talk, huh, but we don't care about what you said Only tryna put the bucks into the bank, give a fuck about your two cents, do it, Will [Verse 6: WILL] I'm tryna stick to what I know best (Yes) Like fuck beef, gimme checks (Money) Been runnin' it up for a minute, if we're keepin' it clean, we're makin' a mess Where too many eyes be watchin' my steps (They're creepin') And too many lie But brah, I'ma keep it too hard, we it till the death, so homie, quit askin' who gon' be next [Outro:JK-47] Sittin' up in the green room with my clique (Okay, yeah) I ain't even ever rap to a fuckin' click (Nah) I don't even fuck with motherfuckin' clicks (No way) My metronome can suck my motherfuckin' dick (Woo)