Adam Calhoun - The Patriot lyrics
[Adam Calhoun - The Patriot lyrics]
I'm supposed to like
Talking shit supposed to fight
I'm the poster boy for white
You just making noise you like
Mumble on the beat
You might as well just annoy the mic
You want to go to war with me
Better get your soldiers right
All these gold chains like a cocaine dealer
Spit propane
All the shit you sayin' I ain't feelin'
Hide my money in the ceiling
I've been making a killing
Ain't a guest in this rap shit
Bitch I own the building
I ran through the shit earned my stripes
I will not apologize for being white
You can miss me with that race shit racists
Ain't no color when the bass hit's face it
Fuck around and get a face lift
I ain't hear what you saying
All them games that you playing
Leave you laying right there where you stand
Yeah i ain't never kneeling unless
It's God and Jesus
You don't love it you should leave this land
I ain't hear what you saying
All them games that you playing
Leave you laying right there where you stand
Yeah i ain't never kneeling unless
It's God and Jesus
You don't love it you should leave this land
I'm supposed to like
Talking shit supposed to fight
You ain't close to right
You know you just a troll you like
Wear a mask, burn a flag, fuck police
But I don't see nobody burn that
Flag in front of me
I'm so proud and I ain't backing down
Bet this gun on my lap
Already racked with a round
And you can get whacked you
Just acting out loud
You think black people proud
About what's happening now shit
I doubt it, liberals yell the loudest
Bunch of white people in the
Crowd like they bout it
Hold tight to your BLM sign
I don't see you in the hood
When these little kids die
I ain't hear what you saying
All them games that you playing
Leave you laying right there where you stand
Yeah i ain't never kneeling unless
It's God and Jesus
You don't love it you should leave this land
I ain't hear what you saying
All them games that you playing
Leave you laying right there where you stand
Yeah i ain't never kneeling unless
It's God and Jesus
You don't love it you should leave this land
Talking shit supposed to fight
I'm the poster boy for white
You just making noise you like
Mumble on the beat
You might as well just annoy the mic
You want to go to war with me
Better get your soldiers right
All these gold chains like a cocaine dealer
Spit propane
All the shit you sayin' I ain't feelin'
Hide my money in the ceiling
I've been making a killing
Ain't a guest in this rap shit
Bitch I own the building
I ran through the shit earned my stripes
I will not apologize for being white
You can miss me with that race shit racists
Ain't no color when the bass hit's face it
Fuck around and get a face lift
I ain't hear what you saying
All them games that you playing
Leave you laying right there where you stand
Yeah i ain't never kneeling unless
It's God and Jesus
You don't love it you should leave this land
I ain't hear what you saying
All them games that you playing
Leave you laying right there where you stand
Yeah i ain't never kneeling unless
It's God and Jesus
You don't love it you should leave this land
I'm supposed to like
Talking shit supposed to fight
You ain't close to right
You know you just a troll you like
Wear a mask, burn a flag, fuck police
But I don't see nobody burn that
Flag in front of me
I'm so proud and I ain't backing down
Bet this gun on my lap
Already racked with a round
And you can get whacked you
Just acting out loud
You think black people proud
About what's happening now shit
I doubt it, liberals yell the loudest
Bunch of white people in the
Crowd like they bout it
Hold tight to your BLM sign
I don't see you in the hood
When these little kids die
I ain't hear what you saying
All them games that you playing
Leave you laying right there where you stand
Yeah i ain't never kneeling unless
It's God and Jesus
You don't love it you should leave this land
I ain't hear what you saying
All them games that you playing
Leave you laying right there where you stand
Yeah i ain't never kneeling unless
It's God and Jesus
You don't love it you should leave this land