Lyrics containing the term: courtney+hadwin+just+made+sweet+child+o�+mine+video (2025)

We were standin' in lineRemember front row at that show?Camped out all night (got so high, Sweet Child O' Mine)Those days come back in the dead of nightThose days that felt like another lifeWhat would you be doin' back in those days?

We were standin' in lineRemember front row at that show? Camped out all night(Got so high, "Sweet Child O' Mine")Those days come back in the dead of nightThose days that felt like another lifeWhat would you be doin' back in those days?

NOW THAT YOUR REALITY IS JUST A FAVOR.EVERYBODY WINNING LIKE A VIDEO GAMER.AINT NOBODY EVER GONNA BE THE SAME UH X2AINT NOBODY EVER GONNA PLAY THE PLAYER.

[Rick Ross] Bitch I got money too "Trilla" album comin' soon Triple see's, 305, be-O-E give us room Whip the keys (twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!) Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest Dade County, you name it (whudd?!)

Guns N' Roses, "Sweet Child o' Mine,"Rock and roll rebels, crossing the line.Tina Turner's "What's Love Got to Do,"Her comeback story, strong and true.

Searching for the answers that I may never find,There's nothing left for me to do,So I'll just play Sweet Child O' Mine.People act so different now,The friends I used to have I know just fake it.

Death is what I encompassBrought back by the musical voodoo in which I come withWitchcraft - I run shitIn graveyards, I'll come getEnough souls to mosh pitAnd just start to rock shitAnybody got a tombstone?Watch as I get it grooved onYou probably better move onOr become part of my group homeNew song, move alongAnd I'm gone just like thatYou belong in a place just like thatJust hold your breath and I'll be right backJust like thatI bring that boogie manThat boogieman is waitingOnly the boogie canMake the dead wake up and get itBoogieman, boogie, boogieMake the people lose their shit witBoogieman, boogie, boogieMake the people lose their shit witFrom every cemeteryTo every mausoleumWe bring the boogiemanEveryone is about to see himBoogieman, boogie, boogieMake the people lose their shit witBoogieman, boogie, boogieMake the people lose their shit witGonna make you danceWhether or not, you want toSkeleton hands everywhere surround youCemeteries, zombies are hungry and need foodAnd hoping to eat you, you're a dancing foolBetter come to boogie cause it's starting to rainMore like a lightning storm, as we performYou're gonna fall in the graveBetter glue your ass onto the dancefloorPass more bodies to the morgueGather outside the mausoleum doorTurn the base so we can fit them allMosh pit shoving, whatchu fighting for?

Bitch I got money too"Trilla" album comin' soonTriple C's, 305, B-O-E give us roomWhip the keys (twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the restDade County, you name it (what up!)

At the end of 1974, when daddy dukes went rawThe chosen sperm to explore and reach the egg for sureA child through the birth canal on the nine mo' trialReleased on this wild earth, my generation hit worstWill my development arrested by the governmentYounga niggas strugglin', livin' life got me wonderin'New shit I'm discoverin', yo son I can't sleepSituation so deep, my niggas drownin' in the streetsAnother rapist'll stalk, a younger murder is walkedThey got shit locked in a fort, a buck fif' if you're tossedVerbalizin' hard times, findin' ways to reclineDedicated to the rhyme brought your shades and your wineI survived hard times prime time, as I rewindMy thoughts and remmeniss, sippin' O.E. quartsRest in peace to my peeps who died up in the streetsFuck Halloween treats cause ain't shit sweetChange, my life has changed Change, (change) and I will never be the sameChange, my life has changedChange, (change) and I will never be the sameGrowin' up on the Brooklyn streetsIt was hard for Black T to make these motherfuckin ends meetThe first store that closed up got stuckand if you didn't gimme your cashI'd put one in somebody's gutI ran buckwild through these streets with this group of individualscommitting crimes well performed like a ritualUntil one day my momz tried to send me up-state to job coreI didn't know what the fuck forSo I, pulled out my palsAnd called up the nigga AlWhat's the deal son it's been a fuckin' long whileHe said yo Black T, I had this dream about this creamI'm going all out for mines by any fuckin' meansWe grabbed our pen and padsAnd wrote about this world gone madAnd how times was getting real badBut what we need to doIs connect with them other twoAnd make that dream you had come trueI'm out the front doorDon't want to deal with this bullshit no moreWhat for?

Ah ha take me on yuhNothing ever could break the these bondsI'm born a 80s baby love 80s songsSomething love shack when dove cry You must tryWith breath I take yeah to touch the skyTime after time with these old rhymes I won't lieDon't stop believing yuhI won't stop achieving noUnder pressure so genius my dreams isTo not be forgotten like Queen isI'm fiendinFor Jessie's girl or some west end girlsI got soul glow drip like them Jerry curls uhSweet dream are made of thisAnd who am I to disagree yahForever young with a golden tonguePour sugar onFoot loose with that ruga on that ruga onDon't order burgers with Grey PouponWhat gay you onThat shook all night long could be my favorite songGotta say yaLivin on a prayerNight and day uh AmadeusI'm a survivor eye of a tigerDancing with myself Billy IdolLiving in that paradise city sitting hitting that hydroGot blonde hair girl and she go everywhere I go uhAh ha take me on yuhNothing ever could break these bondsI'm born a 80s baby love 80s songsSomething like love shack or when doves cry I must trySweet child o mineYikes yuh not mineBilly jean shit was clean Mikes not fineJanie got her a gun squeeze every timeHit me with ya best baby it seems to blur the linesDon't you forget about meYuh I bang it all timeGirls just want to have funRemember my sisters dancing like EgyptiansI got a eclipse of my heart them blisters from the sunYou drop the bomb on me baby I'm here with open armsSummer of 69 but that cold Wyoming winter of 68 bring my fateCan't fight the feeling think found my mateAnother one bites the dust yeah I'm on the wayMe you baby we give love a good nameThe wavy 80's baby the wavy 80's babyAh ha take me on yuhNothing ever could break these bondsI'm born a 80s baby love 80s songsSomething like love shack or when doves cry I must try

Week before my Bday that's when granny diedPain got me trippin' thinking suicideNever let your biggest lies be your biggest prizeDon't try to act like we don't see you living in disguiseWhippin' in the kitchen baking pies for my people that I'm killingThe only thing that's sweet about it is the money I be gettin'We part of the problem don't let 'em tell you no differentI'm sorry your honor please go easy on my sentenceI was tryna' make a couple dollarsTalk my shit on beats got me a couple followersOpp bitches want me hit 'em make 'em hollerKnow my niggas run a train on a thot uhJunkies like pookie in the carterDon't wanna' see 'em no moreBitches showing everythingJust for ones on the floorBrodie was three years on the runBut he caught five cause they toldBut they don't glorify the solidThey buy niggas that soldFree DroYeahYeahMelodies in the trap young niggaMelodies in the trapMelodies in the trapYeah (Melodies)YeahAye AyeJuice Man Juice Man joshua hope you can hear meWanna' tell you that I'm proudYou was watching over a youngin' since a childBut you made it back to Derrick so I smiledI can't even start to fathom the pain behind thatTake one of mine I take a couple of yours I'm bout thatReally from the trenches I was sleep on the floors by mouse trapsWomen in my family like them niggas with drugs and big racksGrow up to be like them I think I'm notTrue power is what you knowConcrete growing all these rosesToo many shots man a nigga can't focusI'm a tell a opp nigga hold thisJust seen a video of a nigga gettin' stainedDid him dirty walked up hit him in his brainCan't trust these niggas gotta' walk out with that flameNever had umbrellas when I walk in the rainHow you mad cause another nigga gettin' to a checkYou can work and you be nextHow you mad cause another nigga regular shit flexTalking like the worst shit better than your bestTryna' keep these haters off meTryna' keep these haters off meI hear lil' mommy calling my name she lonelyI ain't worried 'bout a hater that thang is on meYeah I'd bang it homie, yeahYeahYeahMelodies in the trap young niggaMelodies in the trapMelodies in the trapYeahYeah

They askin' what made me the villainLemme just fill inLong time ago I was smilin' and wouldn't look outside the porchI'm ready to scorchI'm buildin' my brand that's with no supportThe streets and the music I cannot divorceThe devil's posted in my wardI was a good child then I transformedI'm defendin' what's mine are you defendin' what's yoursWas born in O Two when I was a baby I was thinkin' my family sweetNahLittle I knew I was born in the water cause when I was growin' it started get deepKindergarten thru grades my own kind of people went stripped me away from my roots said I wasn't to keepMy mother was sayin' to stay in the crib so I wouldn't go see what was put in the streetsI was wearin' the same pair of shoes all through the year when I was just sevenBitches was laughin' at me so I went to admire 'em dealers with pricy possessionsRockin' rope chains with iphones and jordan elevensThey said you a wanna be look at my thorough successionMy father was beatin' my motherMy brother was treatin' me like I was dirtMy mother was puttin' a man in front of her sonsStudents was laughin' at me over me I know that shit dumbHad a couple of friends but never had friendsYoung Day Real was aloneBy the time I was ten I saw my first body then I went to learn what was a chromeEleven years old I was gettin' 'em beatsBruises was under my clothes so I looked to the corner thinkin' how this was the keyThen I was twelve I was sellin' on weedThirteen years old I caught my first caseFourteen years I was totin' two gunsFifteen years old I was a top oppSixteen years old I was lightin' a glockSeventeen full blown addiction I couldn't go stopThey askin' what made me the villainLemme just fill inLong time ago I was smilin' and wouldn't look outside the porchI'm ready to scorchI'm buildin' my brand that's with no supportThe streets and the music I cannot divorceThe devil's posted in my wardI was a good child then I transformedI'm defendin' what's mine are you defendin' what's yoursFrom the ages of thirteen to eighteen I went thru too muchA couple moments I won't speak on suchReal niggas can have the heart to say they wasn't always toughI'll simply admit that I was one of the weaksGettin' bitched week after weekNewark is brick city so you go hard or stay homeIt's funny cause a youngin' couldn't stay homeMy uncle was robbin' the famMy father was gettin' deportedMy mother was not havin' money to go be supportedWas seenin' her cry on her kneesMy brother an addict so it was just left to meMy bitches done snaked me they know what they didNinth grade to a senior I had a gun in my bagI was touchin' em racks on a rackWas beefin' with sets them niggas aint kill me so pick up ya mansI even had beef with my homies it's fuck em with a whole power of twoDone dodgin' them bullets I couldn't stop trappin'I never swore I was shootaBut run down on me I'm puttin' four bullets straight to the madulasI am the villain it's big EBK it's war with whoeverBut if we locked in brodie I got you forevaThis is just part of the story2.02.0

I grew up with concrete and city lightsAlways had the radio right by my sideHeard that old guitar playing Sweet Child O' MineEverything felt rightOne day I heard some twang in a new tuneA country song, something that felt fresh and newI picked up my guitar and wrote what I knewI guess I had nothing to loseYou write a song about lifeMaybe a kiss in the nightWe can party on 'til the morning lightRidin' down that dirt road with you by my sideIt's got me singing likeWoah oh ohForget about tomorrowWoah oh ohWe're letting the good times rollWrite a song about lifeMaybe some whiskey and wineWe just gotta keep livin' for the nightI grew up with Paisley, Queen and Mötley CrüeSome rock n roll with a little bit of country rootsCouldn't run from the things that made up my heartBig guitars and a little southern charmYou write a song about lifeMaybe a kiss in the nightWe can party on 'til the morning lightRidin' down that dirt road with you by my sideIt's got me singing likeWoah oh ohForget about tomorrowWoah oh ohWe're letting the good times rollWrite a song about lifeMaybe some whiskey and wineWe just gotta keep livin' for the nightFrom country roads to city streetsLet the music move your feetTo the beat of a thousand songsHave everybody sing alongWith every chord and every melodyIt's the rhythm that sets us freeNo matter who you are or where you're fromEverybody can sing alongYou write a song about lifeMaybe a kiss in the nightWe can party on 'til the morning lightRidin' down that dirt road with you by my sideIt's got me singing likeWoah oh ohForget about tomorrowWoah oh ohWe're letting the good times rollWrite a song about lifeMaybe some whiskey and wineWe just gotta keep livin' for the nightWe just gotta keep livin' for the nightWe just gotta keep livin' for the night

I don't need to hide, nor do I need to lieI'll give you some real truth from my lifeYeah I got jumped a bunch of timesWas too slick with my lips, got punched in the mouthCouldn't see, had blood in my eyesAnd I have lost a fightGuess they just was better fighting guysBut never been knocked down and outI don't know why a lot done triedIn fact the last time I got jumpedI think I broke the hand of one of the punksWith my hard headed headWalking away with my woundsNot a word saidJust my middle finger up in the airAs they clapped at me with the macMade me feel like big pun came backBut I got backBut I ain't explaining thatThey'll indict me for my rapsOnly come around me with that realnessDon't ever bring around no fakenessDon't ever bring around no fakenessOnly come around me with that realnessSometimes the truth comes out in the movieLike Major Payne saidI seen what you done to my friendIt happened again to Gunner and Young ThugThey got jumped by the judicial systemCan you make a comeback from the prisonLike Cookie on EmpireOr like Martha Stewart didShe did a real bid and didn't lose her headThen broke bread with Snoop and themHip hop cops and DA's is like a trapWe're getting trapped againAll MC's are the villainsTalented producers, the accomplicesThey mad mad at you like your child on punishmentBecause of the realness we bring to themThey want to imprison my beautiful sweet ratsMy beautiful sweet ratsOnly come around me with that realnessDon't ever bring around no fakenessDon't ever bring around no fakenessOnly come around me with that realnessOnly come around me with that realnessDon't ever bring around no fakenessDon't ever bring around no fakenessOnly come around me with that realnessDon't ever bring around no fakenessReal

Tum kalam ke baadshah thee(You were the emperor of a pen)Aur hum dil ke(And I am of the heart)Tumhari mulkiyat(Your empire)Koi cheen nehi sakta tha(Noone could snatch away)Aur hamari to muhabaat hai(And mine is made of love)Jo aansuon ke samandar me dubkar(Which after being drowned in oceans of tears)Bhi amar hai(Is still eternal)Yeh jo hai mohabaat to(If this is the love then)Hua kyu mujhe yeh(Why did love happen to me)Jo na hoti yeh to(If it were not there)Jeetey zara hum(I could have lived a little)Yeh jo hai mohabaat to(If this is the love then)Yar mera kyu(Why is my lover)Mujhse juda hai(Is separated from me)Mohabaat me yaron(Why in love my friends)Dard hi miley kyu(You would get any pain)Mohabaat me yaron(Why in love my friends)Yeh jo hai mohabaat(If this is the love then)Mohabaat me(Being in love)Socha thaa hum ne ki(I thought that I may)Jannat milegi(Get the heavens)Magar dekho apna(But see there goes)Janaza nikla(My funeral walk)Wo dekho mera janaza(Look there my funeral-walk)Chala ja raha hai(Is going away from me)Yeh roko(Hey stop)Mai to amar hu(But I am immortal)Yeh jo hai mohabaat to(If this is the love then)Hua kyu mujhe yeh(Why did love happen to me)Jo na hoti yeh to(If it were not there)Jeetey zara hum(I could have lived a little)Yeh jo hai mohabaat to(If this is the love then)Yaron na socho ki(Friends do not think that)Mohabaat bala hai(Love is unsuitable)Yeh dard hai meetha jo(This pain is so sweet that)Yeh dard hai meetha jo(This pain is so sweet that)Zaher se bhala hai(Better this than death)Yeh jo hai mohabaat to(If this is the love then)Hua kyu mujhe yeh(Why did love happen to me)Jo na hoti yeh to(If it were not there)Jo na hoti yeh to(If it were not there)Zamana wohi hai Ghalib(Societies are still the same Ghalib)Tera bhi mera bhi(As was yours so is mine)Sang-o-khishth thee sub(All were stone hearted)Tub bhi ab bhi(Then and now all same)Bazicha-e-etphal(Child's playground)Tha yeh duniya(Was this world)Tera bhi mera bhi(For you and me same)Fark sirf ek hai(The difference is just one)Tu us ajanmey chaman(Of that unborn garden that you)Ka thaa bubbul(Were a singing bird)Jisey mai payda kar raha hun(That garden I am giving birth to)

Cause I don't wanna die youngIm rolling with my heater, you too broke to even buy oneCame a long way from a Y.OIts feeling like some years since the last time that I smiledThe last time that I smiled, I must've been a childIf you know you know, name it isn't relevantIf you know you know, made a little settlementI aint peddling, no I aint wrestlingWhat I heard, he is off of the drugsGeeking off lean now he think he a thugHe think he a dog in real life he a pupHe wifing a girl that we know is a slutMmmm, know is a slut, he wifing a girl that's been passed aroundIf you do not know me then ask aroundThey move like my son aint no ultrasoundPacking my bag now im ready to goCall up my bro now we hitting the roadWhat we seen has never been toldSometimes im OT and im breathing in moldIm bringing a birdy can't sit on a OHmm, my stomach It hurtsMy kidney is filled up with percs, hmm, I live with a curseIts hard to stop something that's helping the painWhatever works, my angels are screaming my nameIm thinking im going insaneYou walk around thinking everything a gameTill I see you first, in the end you got no one to blameIts only you that you can blameNow a days I been dealing with lossesSo many people got put into boxesIts toxic, and most of this shit it be non senseWhy do you think that I keep one forWhen now a days nothing is equalMy own cousins try moving so fake with meMy whole family they pushing a hate on meThey don't link me no more its okay to meThey didn't care now they afraid of meMhmDodging a bullet with that one, under my pillow I lay with a fat oneI want a mansion, its what im planning, I need somewhere to go sanctionI was just born with a gift so im living my worthThey call me the voice in my ends like im durkMhmIm a master of my craftShe tie her hair back when im sadI can't lie this girl is badMhmShe doing everything I likeAsk her to come over tonightWe get geeky we get highThis is so wrong but its so rightI promise girl I will not biteIm not like them other guysIf you all for me then you mineOn a scale she be breaking my scaleSweet one, she don't come over stale10 outta 10 she gon drop on my bailCause I don't wanna die youngIm rolling with my heater, you too broke to even buy oneCame a long way from a Y.OIts feeling like some years since the last time that I smiledThe last time that I smiled, I must've been a childIf you know you know, name it isn't relevantIf you know you know, made a little settlementIf you know you know, If you know you knowIf you know you know, if you know you knowIf you know you know

In respect to the clouds And the colony of your eyes, That day we made love, I'm going to call my little child Amber Jones" Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free.

Houdini's Hocus Pocus guess that I was the rabbit now I'mJust tryna fix what I got left of my broken Taglish, myJet-lagged Tagalog still gets random security checks byRed-lines, autocorrect boarder patrol on my hyphen am I justTrying to sing a cover of some song that isn't mine?

This for the son of tomorrow Hoping you brighter than me The moon sweet with gloom I move to complete the memory A mobb to it thousands can bring a revolution But the individual brings more than what's been given to emAs the world turns no life stays the same Other than the man made principles that's in our lane Imma bring a change Cause this shit ain't really working No matter fact it's hurting Got me Questioning my purpose I don't Do this shit to fuck a bitch Or get my status popping That's foolish kid Return of the life Return of the life Return of the life Intelligent that's right Check it Gave up a lot of shit I sacrifice my life for this Been on the lonely road for so long I'm quite alright with this My spiritual connection to the bpm Is obvious and prominent In every single verse at work wit common sense Ain't here to prove my worth I know mine Pay no mind To all that you been doing I'm pursuing greater goal lines A gold mineInside of my heart make known the soul I'm Keeping shit real till the day I die I represent likeEarly morning conversations Bout making a name and Spitting game on sacrifices The way that we came in Deficiencies from infancy Consume the latest Dollar bills from bagging Left in a shoe box aided In my recovery Solemn to bubbly Ain't never ask for much unless It's to stop the fuckery Of my environment Check what we lying in Lost souls and dark roads In front of my eyeing pen On a islandWe left alone wit a loaded rooger Russian roulette to see who the best You get it do ya A cut throat life And death is the only certain result What if your curtains rolled, Folded And your set had closed Would you be proud No listen, let me repeat the question Would you be proud Of every situation you'd stepped in And how you handled it Third eye in retrospect My plan is channeling every soul that had served neglect Peep the message inner child healing and I chose respect But I don't even know what's nextFeel like I over slept Cause of all the stress That I put onto myself Since an early teen My mind been searching but wit no help In this lonely world Ive got a lot on mePressure kicking in But know what's inside of me I know its felt And I know its dealt My path is certain Unifications a rude awakening Let's Check the verdict A lot has changed but this is where the story begun A street discipleDeterred from ifool Ominous one Propping what properly is proceeding Right past regressionLike yeah I get the message Thankful for every second Like leftovers My head soldier But my heart been stressing Stepping on egg shells Wit a lit L A blunt correction A humble sentence if you willing to get intuit We we got it we got it got it Man I hope they get this shit New kid on the block This that reap what you sow This for nightly deaths Or time of rest Keep on the roll Spread out like butter I Don't associate with cream filled Love to Dilla type donuts We go nuts eat meals 19 16 61 Hitting digits head on its pivots I got many of those o Oh Straight out the O With a type of style that done took a while But I'm here now Quit chasing crowds I'm the leader of my own path But that's just words ain't it And anybody tryna hip hop onto the spaceship Better have a boarding pass Only got a few gold tickets And most you bitches Can't afford a lap in my universe no it's my universe I been building myself while y'all been lying in the dirt Kickin it up to me cause your whole life has been a search for a purpose What's working What's notOh you hurting a lot So are they

Tiger filled desire with a touch of insane She got me going round the dragon’s breath “Scarborough flames”You are the next level princes that I have to saveBut ain’t no damsel in distress this I can tell by your fameShame is just a game to you, a well played affair Driven by the solitude you made in your head Bursting out old bruises, like a phoenix you rise But I ain’t gonna be surprised, I know your naked disguise Baby, I won’t stop Signing under your lips Baby I won’t stopComing down from your tripsBaby I won’t stopHearing you say my name Baby I won’t stop Playing your losing game Until dawn I have been waiting for your next decline A little doll coming and singing to Sweet Child O' Mine Like a heartbeat beating to the sound of the drums You give it in give it up, I wonder how good it turnsOut to be your flower blossoming in a spring day sun,blowing of the wind of a warm shotgunFired in an open space with nothing around Only you and me, one of us dead in the ground Baby, I won’t stop Signing under your lips Baby I won’t stopComing down from your tripsBaby I won’t stopHearing you say my nameBaby I won’t stop Playing your losing game Time to get things right The bird that sang brought it to live The sound that the night makes as it grows Darker holds MeTight So tightSooo much tighterThan those claws that you call hands The cruel demands it makes without words To explain the needs of its ownerIf I'd only known her there might still be timeI don’t wanna stop it now I don’t wanna break it down I don’t wanna stop it now I don’t wanna break it down Baby, I won’t stop Signing under your lips Baby I won’t stopComing down from your tripsBaby I won’t stopHearing you say my name Baby I won’t stop Playing your losing game Baby, I won’t stop Signing under your lips Baby I won’t stopComing down from your tripsBaby I won’t stopHearing you say my nameBaby I won’t stop Playing your losing game

One for the road, and we gon' set it off like thisOn the oneCheck this outLet me hear you say Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go(Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go)Yo, let me hear you say Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go, come on(Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go)Yo, let me hear you say Rip it Fox-o, rip it Fox-o rip it, come on(Rip it Fox-o, rip Fox-o rip it)Let me hear you sayBreak, Fox-o, break Fox-o break(Break Fox-o, break Fox-o break)(Get on the mic and get rough)You know the Flava, you soft-ass niggaWhenever you see me, back the fuck upOr might catch one in the foreheadPunkPeace

Yeah let's rockAye work workFlame aye it's TillyI'm the coldest ni**a even in the winter timeThe hottest in the summertimeLet em know the summers mineMy mind is like a magazineMy vocal cords, an auto 9Producer like a trigger fingerLyrics just like ColumbineXero Gang, that's family 'til the death of meTeach em how to cook you ni**as up, I got the recipeGotta earn your stripes where I'm from, and I'm a refereeIf you gotta problem, bullets spot em like a leopard beIf you gotta problem, know they armed and readyMade a video, it starred your sister mom and auntieAsked if they could bring a friend, shit the more the merryI say lets have a slumber party, now they draws confettiYou know they say, what goes up, must come downTell em if my dick comes up, then this goes downI said that shit ten toes down, I stand my groundThen threw all the kids out the house, girl I ain't playing aroundAll a ni**a buy is Os like I'm on wheel on fortuneI kill the rap game, they ask me how I feel, remorselessI lit the torches ni**a, ash on corpses ni**aLeave his face looking white as my Michael Jordan's ni**aAye no let's workNo i ain't done I gotAye uhh alright check I'm going inRipping this beat out the plastic, like ni**a i gotta have itI'm copping it by the O-Z, my marijuana's jurassicCover your child's ears cause my lyrics sometimes are graphicAny ni**a gotta problem, i'm catching his ass in trafficRide with that 9, passenger just like Rajon RondoNot a migo, but i takeoff when i hit the bandoLeave em offset, when my drum bang like i play the bongo11 on Peyton Manning, i long bomb that broncoBlast em, You know i'm bout that actionThese hoes is on my line, and they ask to have interactionsThey telling me no rubber, but I know thats a contraptionSo I lay em up under me, now they like a captionAll they can do is look up, and tell a ni**a whats supI hear you speaking faulty, i'ma tell you shut the fuck up6 on Julius Erving, so you know i got my chucks up12 on Jabari Parker, i gotta get my bucks upHoes tell me they loving me, reality they love the DSee I live in luxury, thats why they wanna fuck with meTravel tryna look for T, like Christopher discovered meAsking me to cuff em please, to go commit adulteryNaa ni**a, momma taught me better than thatNow i got leather on my sleeves like its a letterman jackThey only book my shows at night like David Letterman actsIm looking fresh, them boys is asking where them peppermints atAye where my regiment at?

And I'm real fast, tempoAye, run that shit again though, ayeI'm on top like I'm a lieutenantThis track gon be a movie, Cole BennettI'm writing these bars, they like how I spit itY'all say "what's good" and I'm like (Skoodwidit!)I'm back, and you know that I made a differenceLike it's Covid, I'm socially distancedFrom the rest of the world, but everybody know my hooks because they be listenin'Because they know I be killing shit, streaming my music like it's a traditionD-T-O-X-I-F-Y, that's the name of the businessDT and Samad, we gon' be climbing our way to the topWhen we first met, I had just turned thirteenNow it's been a whole year, and look how far we've goneYou created an army and you've inspired all my craft, from Got Me Thinking to this songIt's my passion and I'm willing to do it till I'm up at the break of dawnI believe in myself, I will not go down until y'all see me on a tourWith all my brothers we go up together, we all gonna soarWe gon' kill the hate and reincarnate it, turn it into something made never beforeWe came so far and did so well and you know that there's so much in store, yeahYeah we independent and we back up on our bullshitWe gonna blow up and we don't need a label for itWriting in my room and I be rapping in my closetI love it and you know I wouldn't trade the world for itYou know that wellYou like it, I can tellMe and Samad Savage do our thing and we don't ever sellAverage Joe on the track, beat gon' give y'all heart attacksYeah we going up, yeah we running to the stars and backI'm the-WaitOkI'm readyI'm the greatest, don't need a label to say itWhen he talking they say he spittingI just say it and I spray itI'm AK and AKAingI get green and Jess like Pinkmen I'mIn this bitchWatch how bad I break itAll these plans I'm formulatingI just roam like I speak LatinI mean Latin, this is Savage with DTOXIFYAnybody in his age range try him then they gotta dieThat is a lyrical homicideTold the cops we rapping, that is the alibiGuns and roses like we singing sweet child O' mineReady blacking for the green like it's PalestineThis the flow that ain't nobody know how to findAin't nobody in the world with this style of mineThat's factsSay my day's numbered, they actin' like i'm running out of timeThat's capDT, Simi, this duo littyI promise it ain't ending prettyLord forgive meI'm killing off the whole industryBoy get privyThis outfit cost 12,000 pennies and I'm still jiggyThe money do not matterDo it for the love, not the bag sirAnd I'm off the grid like Lex BratcherYou know that wellThey say Independency is hard, but it's going wellYeah we independent and we back up on our bullshitWe gonna blow up and we don't need a label for itWriting in my room and I be rapping in my closetI love it and you know I wouldn't trade the world for itYou know that wellYou like it, I can tellMe and Samad Savage do our thing and we don't ever sellAverage Joe on the track, beat gon' give y'all heart attacksYeah we going up, yeah we running to the stars and backYeah we going up, yeah we running to the stars and backYeah we going up, yeah we running to the stars and back

Modern pop doesn't produce classics anymoreTimeless tracks that the public just adoreImmortal songs like 'Boh Rap' and 'Sweet Child O' Mine'I hardly see 'Old Town Road' filling dance floors in 2069And whatever happened to creative lyricismA Way With Words is a Wicked Weapon to Whip out in a songBut obviously don't overdo itAlliteration And Assonance Are Awesome but don't overcheeeew itAnd don't emPHAsise the wrong syllable in your linesOr rhyme with the same word as the previous lineI was never clever with lyrics or studied hard and learnt the tricksSo now when you rhyme 'fire' with 'desire' it makes me feelTake inspiration from lyricists like Sheeran, Bearder and Eminem'Utter genius' doesn't cover their magic with paper and penMasters of their craft pleasing ears poeticallyAesthetically blinding the mind with lines and types of rhyme designed to push the paradigms of lyrical creationAnother modulationAnd onto the next rantSocial mediaIt's great but it can cause a lot of pressure on the artistIt's draining to snap it and tweet it and chuck it on the gramI feel like I'm failing this societal examWhy can't it just be about the music and not a popularity contest250 hearts on your Insta postWoooooow you must be the bestI try and play the gameMake my fanbase bigger'Cause obviously no one's gonna listen to a guy with SIX followers on TwitterI'd like to live in a world where the quality of one's music isn't predetermined by their number of Spotify streamsThe head of A&R silently silencing someone's dreamsI work into the early hours sending follow-up emails trying to get features in blogsBut it's hard competing in this densely populated catalogueThough sign a record deal and your new plugger will sneak your spin on the target radio stationWhereas us unsigned peasants squabble for the almighty 'list of consideration'I wish I was born maybe 50 years soonerWhen music was a physical product to the consumerWhat I'd give to personally witness music history being madeMichael Jackson's moonwalk or Freddie smashing Live AidA time when real musicians ruled the lands seas and meadowsWhen writing an album earned more than just half a Tesco's FreddoSee I've made about 1 pound 74 in my YouTube revenueBut that's no surprise when it's0 point 0000000000000002 pence per viewSorry for having a go at the industry like a flame to dynamiteI'm just voicing what every failing artist goes to bed thinking each nightIt's been weird writing a song I know will be hatedBut musical subjectiveness will long be debatedImagine if music was like sport where only the most talented succeedIf you run faster than the others fame is guaranteedMusic now is about fitting into pop cultureIt's epitomised in the chartsMusic now means writing for the businessNo longer for the artBut on the other side of the coinDisclaimerThe truth is I don't believe a single word of any of the bitter comments made in this songThis has all been a fictional characterAn elongated parody of any artistic snob who does actually balls themself up to think in such waysMusic is a form of entertainmentNot an academic analysis of chordal and lyrical decisionsIf it sounds good it is goodSo leave off of the technical derisionIf you want to write a 1 5 6 4 because it's a greatly emotive chord progressionDo itIf you want to go on The X Factor because of the nationally televised exposureDo it, why not?