Culture Lyrics

We came we came we

We came we came we

We came to far

Yeah

The vernacular spectacular already knows what happens after

Bagging up the dough a

Dead pres is in the passenger

Took us out of Africa and destroyed all the black in us

I'm Something like a rapper but more of an ambassador

They rather see me captured like Jurassic pterodactyl cuffs

Left a bone fracture but that ain't even matter much

Waiting on Recovery it ain't happening fast enough

Damsel in distress these rappers woke The dragon up

A knight and shining armor I might just find a corner

To harvest all the Seeds spring season like a farmer

Indeed I'm kinda bothered that maybe heem will die a Martyr

After leaving back a legacy preceded by my father

I been breathing kinda harder Bout some things I done seen

Caught your hand in the cookie jar deceived by Defrauders

And that's a cold statement until your hands are over stoves and bones breaking

Until a man be on his own and soul shaking

He won't perceive reality just a false mentality

That niggas create based on fake culture

Gotta think like this on your own I can't coach you I came hopeful

Now the doubt been kinda scaring me cause hate Is writing on they face

Look how they stare at me don't need they charity just respect and solidarity

The sheriff be profiling me racial disparities a common thing

Bullets the size of lima bean that kilt a young black teen witnessing to his mama

Scream wild like Nigerian hairstyle so know your culture

The flow doper than amphetamines from overdosers the flow colder than Beijing or Nova Scotia

You get treated like nicotine before I smoke you

Smack the pack backwards like trappers

Calculate the money I stack then count backwards

Everything they saying Is cap nothing but bad words

Got me thinking back to when I used to react first

Can't react fast cant give out a bad verse

A lot of ya'll just act bad until feds slap you on your ass forget ya wrist

And now you in the can ass first Free the mobb hashtag freezing get you tagged jerk

I used to bag work then watch my brother make the sale

I was maybe twelve he would go to jail that's when i learned how to stash work

I'm nothing like these so called cats I make rappers turn in they microphone

Rap license gone twenty-five to life

My goal in life is to put lifers on

No money on the phone no one to write at home

So don't repeat the cycle young boy you better write your wrongs