Wacced Out Murals

Album: GNX (2024)
Charted: 4
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  • Siento aquí tu presencia
    La noche de anoche
    Y nos ponemos a llorar

    Yesterday, somebody whacked out my mural
    That energy'll make you niggas move to Europe
    But it's regular for me, yeah, that's for sure
    The love and hate is definite without a cure
    All this talk is bitch-made, that's on my Lord
    I'll kill 'em all before I let 'em kill my joy
    I done been through it all, what you endure?
    It used to be fuck that nigga, but now it's plural
    Fuck everybody, that's on my body
    My blick first then God got me
    I watch 'em pander with them back-handed compliments
    Put they head on a Cuban link as a monument
    I paid homage and I always mind my business
    I made the-
    I never lost who I am for a rap image
    It's motivation if you wonder how I did it

    Yeah, nigga, go and up your rank
    Know you a god even when they say you ain't
    Yeah, nigga, keep your feelings out the way
    Never let no one put smut up on your name
    Yeah, nigga, keep your head down and work like I do
    But understand, everybody ain't gon' like you
    Yeah, nigga, if they say it's love, you've been lied to
    A couple rules of engagements, I'ma guide you

    Que reflejan tu mirada
    La noche, tú y yo

    Ridin' in my GNX with Anita Baker in the tape deck
    It's gon' be a sweet love
    Fuck apologies, I wanna see y'all geeked up
    Don't acknowledge me then maybe we can say it's fair
    Take it to the internet and I'ma take it there
    Miss my uncle Lil' Mane, he said that he would kill me if I didn't make it
    Now I'm possessed by a spirit and they can't take it
    Used to bump Tha Carter III, I held my Rollie chain proud
    Irony, I think my hard work let Lil Wayne down

    Whatever though, call me crazy, everybody questionable
    Turn me to an Eskimo, I drew the line and decimals
    Snoop posted Taylor Made, I prayed it was the edibles
    I couldn't believe it, it was only right for me to let it go
    Won the Super Bowl and Nas the only one congratulate me
    All these niggas agitated, I'm just glad they showin' they faces
    Quite frankly, plenty artists, but they outdated
    Old-ass flows, tryna convince me that you their favorite

    This is not for lyricists, I swear it's not the sentiments
    Fuck a double entendre, I want y'all to feel this shit
    Old soul, bitch, I probably built them pyramids
    Ducking strays when I rap battled in the Nickersons
    Where you from? Not where I'm from, we all indigenous
    Against all odds, I squabbled up for them dividends
    Against all odds, I showed up as a gentleman
    I done lost plenty friends, sixteen to be specific
    Put that on my kids' children, we gon' see the future first
    They like, "Dot big trippin'," I just want what I deserve
    What bridge they done burnt? All of them, it's over with
    I'm doin' what COVID did, they'll never get over it

    Yeah, nigga, go and up your rank
    Know you a god even when they say you ain't
    Yeah, nigga, keep your feelings out the way
    Never let no one put smut up on your name
    Yeah, nigga, keep your head down and work like I do
    But understand, everybody ain't gon' like you
    Yeah, nigga, if they say it's love, you've been lied to
    A couple rules of engagements here to guide you

    Niggas from my city couldn't entertain old boy
    Promisin' bank transactions and even Bitcoin
    I never peaced it up, that shit don't sit well with me
    Before I take a truce, I'll take 'em to hell with me
    If that money got in the hands of a crash dummy
    Could jeopardize my family and burden the ones who love me
    Niggas mad 'cause I decided not to pretend
    Y'all stay politically correct, I'ma do what I did

    Ain't no sympathy here, this shit's hilarious
    It's a lot of opinions but no power to carry it
    2025, they still movin' on some scary shit
    Tell 'em quit they job and pay the real niggas their severance
    Don't insult my intelligence, I'm not just for the television
    Teleport to Bullets Road and dig up all my relatives
    Okay, nigga, let's settle it, these niggas been fake loyal
    Since y'all pandering to choose a side, let me do it for you
    Okay, fuck your hip-hop, I watched the party just die
    Niggas cackling about- while all of y'all is on trial
    Niggas thought that I was antisocial when I stayed inside of my house
    You better off to have one woman, everything tricky right now

    You niggas live in denial
    Ay, fuck anybody empathetic to the other side, I vow
    A bitch nigga love bitch niggas, they exist with 'em in style
    Exterminate 'em right now
    Make Katt Williams and them proud, the truth 'bout to get loud
    No juice inside of my cup, I sober up and knock 'em all off
    Don't let no white comedian talk about no black woman, that's law
    I know propaganda work for them and fuck whoever that's close to them
    The niggas that coon, the niggas that bein' groomed, slide on both of them
    You ever ate Cap'n Crunch and proceeded to put water in it?
    Pulled over by the law, you ridin' dirty, so you can't argue with 'em?
    Then make it to be a star, bare your soul and put your heart up in it? Well, I did
    Whacked the murals out but it ain't no legends if my legend ends Writer/s: Craig Balmoris, Dacoury Dahi Natche, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Mark Anthony Spears, Matthew Bernard, Tim Maxey, Tyler Reese
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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