Hans Zimmer

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah [Verse 1] New York ain't dead It came back to life in the apocalypse I done seen too much by fourteen to be an optimist 'Round Late Registration's drop, I learned about Consequence Before shit mellowed out, I saw a few Mardy Collinses Compliment? Bitch, I got accomplishments You can't get switched on if you don't got accomplices Everybody on the fence got pushed the fuck off the shit So brace yourself before you lost your wrist, you little, cocky bitch I make the workin' man high art Some 'round me was in silence, so I broke down my circle like a pie chart They only tough on radio, yeah, that's that iHeart When the swag too try-hard, that's that he-a-lie mark They ride waves, I catch sails on the penmanship Only time I'm overboard's listenin' to their shit Piratin' the flows, tide rise, you get exposed Little diamonds in your Rolls Say you enterprise and get sold 'Cause you rent the shit Homie, I'm the excrement Stick your lil' chests and turn a pest to a pessimist I don't care if I'm meant for this, it's what I'm doin' Every marriage I seen was toxic Me and the game just another union Who, him? I feel like laughin' They feel like captions, I feel like passion What you do for that hood you rep? I feel like askin' I mean, like, action, now you just cash in On a lifestyle that you never lived And you don't hand nothin' back Like it's third down in a shotgun set you in Who you help? You could be the TikTok star that you are But when that clock stop, oh, boy [Chorus] This the soundtrack to a dark night, bitch, I'm Hans Zimmer AmeriKKKa, everyone won't be a winner This that feelin' like when the train stuck between stops And you pick the wrong car 'cause you think you see a opp Tried to rob me for my Murm when I had North Face money Don't end up on the wrong side of the hungry [Verse 2] Comin' to you live from where the world burns and they don't give a mother-fuck Where we applaud runner-ups 'Cause you'd rather be rich people's assistants than to bet on yourself, so even the runner up All the money's at the top, but they don't hear me Concentration of wealth, monstrous hatred of self Propagatin' with selves at all costs to the state of health Thoughts have decayed as well Trains of thought out of order, we lost the way to ourselves Take a good look at you, like What DNA you got locked away in your cells? Slaveowners is doin' life in your bloodstream How you gon' come clean if you ain't seein' the dirt up under your nails? Act like we ask for too much Your reality's a dumb dream, so don't lump me with a flavor of the month Bitch, I'm a staple I'll starve 'fore I take a seat at your fabled table If they ain't able, they label If they can't label, they hate you I respond like, "Why, thank you" Grateful Don't think 'cause I'm tryna go gluten-free that I won't come for your bread Make your fans my fans and straight come for your head They get intimidated, I get to be who I really am And for this comfort, I bled So you gonna respect [Chorus] This the soundtrack to a dark night, bitch, I'm Hans Zimmer AmeriKKKa, everyone won't be a winner This that feelin' like when the train stuck between stops And you pick the wrong car 'cause you think you see a opp Tried to rob me for my Murm when I had North Face money Don't end up on the wrong side of the hungry