ALMS ft. Gifted Youngstaz Lyrics

It's TRUE||FORM y'all

Bold aggression, yo they holdin' the coldest weapons in

Stolen elections; exercising voter suppression by

Controlling all the zoning, ring of red around the rosiest of

Real estate - how oxymoronic, when the deed is fake

Depleted streams of revenue, who left to eat the cake

We gon' take, retrieve and repossess the West and East of Lakes

Bleed and break the neck of every rat; we never feed a snake

That sev'rance pay done sealed the fate of every cheap-skate

Yo, you free to wait around for that allowance, but it's

Loud and crowded on the battleground of the endowment, so

The self-sufficient is shiftin' the countenance of prowess to

Position right the angle and sustain a daily balance, bruh

Achieve and keep the equilibrium commensurate

Buddhist-style; breathe and be the healing of the sicknesses

Boost the mood; feed the leadership within the syndicate

Truth to power, speak it even if it's inarticulate

Behold the bounties, sow the seed receive the benefits

Growth and maturation; evolution of the genesis

Method execution - distribution of a god's gifts

Obviously genius is the genus of the generous

Perfect production for construction of the conduit

Annunaki channelin' the conscience of the postulant

Doctor Hamurabi chop the hand of all the robbers, send the

Coppers off proper, we got this shit

Giving, up is not an option for the broken-down, it's

No time for slowing momentum, continue holdin' out and

Giving, everything you got to the resistance

Fire in defense of the defenseless, any mis

Giving, over what the scope of work consists of

Raise a hand; put a fuckin' fist up; listen cuz

Giving, in is not an inevitability

Some go reluctantly and others willingly

No sunset provision we dripping with tears, blood, sweat

Expiration among death gripping, we ain't done yet

Flick of the tongue come get Gifted and Young up next

None left, spitting obituary for fun kid

This be like the sequel to my people wanting seconds

The verbal essence and message I left it up to the heads

And all the haters too

Here's a message: fuck you

Rapping ain't made for everybody, def not you

I'm violent while I'm trying to punch my ticket to the top

Not stopping to catch my breath, the stench of rappers left to rot

Ain't goin' out like that, don't ever be doubting that fact

Thought I was washed? I'm not. Now you're dying to run it back

Yo, we move it past 'em no need for permission never asked 'em

Skippin' a dap with emcees who acting like they ain't trying to cash in

Multi-syllabic while the rest of y'all basic chanting

Thanks for throwing us on the bill, but we snatching up all your fans

And advance the circumstance from streaming to spinning wax

Gifted would snap, give it a pass, another day you'll live to rap

Keep wandering off if you gone threaten my moms

I'm spilling it all, I ain't giving a fuck, it's No Holds Barred

Unless you… back the fuck up and shut the fuck up, you acting stupid

Public apologies and handing back Miller's royalties

Keep it moving, I honestly hope you keep improving

But I ain't going back with you I'm making real movements

Giving, up is not an option for the broken-down, it's

No time for slowing momentum, continue holdin' out and

Giving, everything you got to the resistance

Fire in defense of the defenseless, any mis

Giving, over what the scope of work consists of

Raise a hand; put a fuckin' fist up; listen cuz

Giving, in is not an inevitability

Some go reluctantly and others willingly

Yo come on