CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Maintaining
This "Writeous"
I believe in this
[Radamiz]
I want to's become I have to's
Song names turn to statues
It was your time, now's your curfew son
And fake friend bound to turn to rap feuds
When I die, have a big ass party in my glory
In my honor, for my story, this my karma for that stardom
Don't idolize me
You just tryna eye-for-an-eye me
For reality checks they gon' rob me
Wherever you can't go is where you'll find me
Cinema of my lifeline, "Writeous" ain't even the teaser
Sleep is the cousin of Death, and I ain't related to either
I'm so focused
Tourette lookin' with your twerking ass, hardly workin' ass
Full glass probably half empty to your thirsty ass
I'm all open
And you got fans but ain't cool to me
Blowin the tip, that's gratuity
Blame the pay cuts, the fake ruined me, the hate's fuming me
Who the f*ck gave you a cosign?
The biggest lie's that all of this gon' pop off in no time
I'm just tryna find where freedom lies
Your shit is free dumb lies
How you view your life's gon' be your demise
The prize of success came with no surprise
Man I been grindin'
[King Critical]
?
[Radamiz]
f*ck you pessimists, ain't never did shit so they turn to critics Picture them blackin' out like a negative
Where the medals for my regiment?
Out the cement we arose, your turn tentative
Decadence more like medicine full of sentiments for my foes
Turned to Damien as their lord
Runnin' through the Triple 6 with their woes
You way half way crook, other half mediocrity
You spit bullshit, that's hypocrisy
Gallon of Henny turn a sober to a Socrates
This my chaining day, spit a jewel to blow your name away
Then throw it up like Dame in '98
For all the times my denim ain't even have a dime to pay
I spit that gospel, turn a criminal to a minister
Treat your torch lit like a cigarette
Turn your limelight to a silhouette
In need of inspiration, ain't no competition sparkin' that
Planted my seeds, Madison Garden the harvest
That real shit been like an artifact
Too rare for synonyms, maybe “too rare”s the synonym for the way that I scribble out mine
For too long been sizzlin', ima ball like Krillin, plus the discs got that "Writeous" sign
That's not a lie, hundred milli for Mogul on that dotted line
Then I prophesize
The revolution will be televised and monetized
[King Critical]
[King Critical]
?
I believe in this
[Radamiz]
I want to's become I have to's
Song names turn to statues
It was your time, now's your curfew son
And fake friend bound to turn to rap feuds
When I die, have a big ass party in my glory
In my honor, for my story, this my karma for that stardom
Don't idolize me
You just tryna eye-for-an-eye me
For reality checks they gon' rob me
Wherever you can't go is where you'll find me
Cinema of my lifeline, "Writeous" ain't even the teaser
Sleep is the cousin of Death, and I ain't related to either
I'm so focused
Tourette lookin' with your twerking ass, hardly workin' ass
Full glass probably half empty to your thirsty ass
I'm all open
And you got fans but ain't cool to me
Blowin the tip, that's gratuity
Blame the pay cuts, the fake ruined me, the hate's fuming me
Who the f*ck gave you a cosign?
The biggest lie's that all of this gon' pop off in no time
I'm just tryna find where freedom lies
Your shit is free dumb lies
How you view your life's gon' be your demise
The prize of success came with no surprise
Man I been grindin'
[King Critical]
?
[Radamiz]
f*ck you pessimists, ain't never did shit so they turn to critics Picture them blackin' out like a negative
Where the medals for my regiment?
Out the cement we arose, your turn tentative
Decadence more like medicine full of sentiments for my foes
Turned to Damien as their lord
Runnin' through the Triple 6 with their woes
You way half way crook, other half mediocrity
You spit bullshit, that's hypocrisy
Gallon of Henny turn a sober to a Socrates
This my chaining day, spit a jewel to blow your name away
Then throw it up like Dame in '98
For all the times my denim ain't even have a dime to pay
I spit that gospel, turn a criminal to a minister
Treat your torch lit like a cigarette
Turn your limelight to a silhouette
In need of inspiration, ain't no competition sparkin' that
Planted my seeds, Madison Garden the harvest
That real shit been like an artifact
Too rare for synonyms, maybe “too rare”s the synonym for the way that I scribble out mine
For too long been sizzlin', ima ball like Krillin, plus the discs got that "Writeous" sign
That's not a lie, hundred milli for Mogul on that dotted line
Then I prophesize
The revolution will be televised and monetized
[King Critical]
[King Critical]
?
