0PPRESSED ft. Terrell Swasey Lyrics

I came a long way from them boom baps in my head

Aliens tapped, getting oppressed, staying intact, better off dead, most of these plants

Ain't heard the static

Damn it, you ain't see how they planned it

Handed everything from the sand you granted

All my dreams can't be managed

Candid, words from a bloodline thicker than blood

Your cuz ain't shit, your family ain't shit Your bro ain't shit, your sis ain't shit

Devil turned her a bitch I speak that truth, ain't hard to admit

But I am that one gon' part them seas

Homies killin' industries

Greys up in disguise and please I know too much, it's hard to sleep

They keep my peace inside a dream

How you gon' live like that

Trash, CEOs with consciousness

Rap till I'm dead, I can admit that

Most y'all fuck when I step in, yeah

Ignorance, ignoring bliss, yeah

Ignorant to bitches when ya

Tryna buy my consciousness

I told him this shit easy, bro

Now you wanna be me, bro

You fuck my bitch, that's easy, bro

I'ma take your soul through TV, bro

Man, I told him this shit easy, bro

Now he wanna be me, bro

You fuck my bitch, that's easy, bro

I'ma take your soul through TV, though

I told y'all this shit easy

Niggas ain't believe me

Better say so well when the plot gon' fail

Send a shotgun shell with a CC, read that

Dope shit, Mitchie T gon' relapse

Pope spit, baby, piss those D-bags

Road split, I need wrists with the D-backs

That's a watch with a diamond back

Lazy, be that boy when they reclining back

Straight G, be the ploy there's a nine attached

Hasty see decoy, it's a Pontiac

P-H-X, firebird, not the Pontiac

P-H-X, spits his birth, I might die here

Bury me in red dirt

Fuck a funeral, it's a function

My niggas hotboxing' in my dead hearse, crazy

Thinking of my city, then I hope they think it's Swasey

Fuck that, I know they thinking me

I'm the coming of the storm, I'm the thunder and the rain

Bitch, I'm monsoon season, and you just debris, just believe

Sweat drops from words that I spit

Cause I'm working and it's hotter than a bitch where I stay

But the money's due the first, not the fifth

So we work for Uncle Sam and his kids and Sally Mae