Warning ft. Rare Kommodity Lyrics

I feel immaculate

I feel some grace

So amazing

That I'm tapped in

Backed up

But I never front

My eyes low

Gotta pardon the blunt

Gotta keep it blunt

Slow rollers

Stay rolling

Just to get what they want

I'm a champion nigga

Them breaks

You better pump

I'm from a city

Where the lead

Is pumped

And many lives

Get lost

Managing needs and wants

Begging for freedom

Then you get it

A slave to

Your needs and wants

I take it all away

That's what the lord told me

Guess it's on his time

Cause I'm losing track of me

The status of real niggas

Keep it tucked

Move in peace

The pain on my face

I can't bluff

Or be discreet

I got a lot of pressure

Young gifted and black

Stuffed like a dresser

Drawn up

From the floor up

The canvas on my heart

Is looking fucked up

My lucks up

What's the fucks up

Let's get down

While we all up

Ima stay down

Even while up

Nigga that's us

I ain't losing ground

No sir

I stay in these trenches

Til I die

Yessir

Ain't no playing around

With me

Ain't no playing around

With me

I ain't losing ground

No sir

I stay in these trenches

Til I die

Yessir

Ain't no playing around

With me

Ain't no playing around

With me

Straight up nigga

What you acting for

Cry with a smile

On ya face

Let's go

Tell a muthafucka

How life gon go

Love live life

Til you can't no mo

Can't no mo

Living in the city

Where you cop a flea

Or cop a pity

Pretty little biddy

Losing sight of what

It really is

Break it down

Cut a little bit

For the kid

Pressure been a bitch

Gotta kill it quick

That, that, shit

I need to roll up

I ain't focused

Cause I gotta

Grind it

Then spread it

Then smoke it

Nigga need to get focused

But

I need a bag

You got a bag

You got a bag

You got a bag

You got a bag

I need a bag

I need a bag

I need a bag

I need a bag

I need a bag

Smoking for the coping

Not the best right

At least that's what

Society's is saying right

I'm just being honest

For the comments

Can't be honest

For the commas

All the shadiness

Gon leave you

Out to dry

While being wet

Under the eyes

I been tired

I been fighting

For my life back

Grief all on these records

Swear I hope y'all

Understanding that

Shit ain't got no timetable

Otherwise

Don't play it back

I ain't one

To play around

Round the way

I'll take you at

Run it back

I ain't losing ground

No sir

I stay in these trenches

Til I die

Yessir

Ain't no playing around

With me

Ain't no playing around

With me

I ain't losing ground

No sir

I stay in these trenches

Til I die

Yessir

Ain't no playing around

With me

Ain't no playing around

With me