Greenhouse - Willing To Bleed lyrics
[Greenhouse - Willing To Bleed lyrics]
Ain’t you tired of the same spit?
The how-long your-chain hang
What-set you-claim spit
See I strange spit the brain spit so
I’m relevant and you’re just entertainment
You’re lallygagging, smiling for the camera
Got you steady bragging ‘bout your
Status as an amateur you’re standing still
I keep it moving with style
I’ll be the outcast
You mad ‘cause you Idlewild
You’re talking loud, no evidence of action
‘cause you forgot the relevance of passion
Apocalypse is coming, you ain’t lastin’
If you're holding down the cockpit
Why you crashing?
What’s a revolution without dancing?
Breaking out of normalcy and taking chances
You ain’t got a lot of answers
That’s why your fan says
You’re spittin’ empty stanzas
Your content ain’t strong enough
My sons spit stronger stuff and
They can barely read
I’m tryna motivate the stagnant
So real with mine, i’m willing to bleed
Yeah, yeah i solemnly swear
To fight the good fight as long as I’m here
But sometimes the good fight don’t seem fair
‘cause all the best soldiers
We had ain’t here
They gone now, we all on our own now
And most of those left ain’t got no style
You give ‘em an inch they try
To take a whole mile
Too overconfident to keep a low profile
Pump your breaks, stay in your lane
A bunch of fakes chasin’ fame
I’ll punch your face and take your chain
Sit your five dollar-ass down
Before I make change
The industry don’t wanna know us like
We ain’t gon’ blow up
They think Ohio ain’t no
Different than Oklahoma got my mans in his
Grave probably rollin’ over
And I ain’t talkin’ minutes
Saved on my Motorola i mean mind
Soul and body tryna blow the O up
The people with the biggest hearts
Hearts don’t hold up
My mind flooded with tears
Until it’s flowin’ over
God’s takin’ ‘em in twos like
They roll with Noah
And what’s left when the rain is gone
The same old drinkin’ ’til the pain is gone
It’s way past 'What should I say in a song?'
And more like 'Should I even make a song?'
Can’t say I’m wrong if I can’t go on
Waitin’ on inspiration but it take too long
People like Print just make
What you made before but it hurt too much so
I really can’t no more
What I look like jumpin’ off a
Bridge just because he did it?
When everything is tellin’ me to
Push it to the limit plus if I went soft
You probably wouldn’t listen
I guess I gotta be a dick
To make these pussies get it
‘cause if I play humble
They won’t call my name
And if my sales double
They treat us all the same
Try to knock my hustle like it’s
All in vain ‘cause wack
Show promoters can’t make it to
The hall of fame
Guess it’s ‘cause I don’t owe
‘em for my successes
If they didn’t build me up
Then they can’t respect it
They want the history books so
They can make an edit like lions in vogue
But they never gon’ get it get it?
Like lions in vogue but they
Never gon’ get it
The how-long your-chain hang
What-set you-claim spit
See I strange spit the brain spit so
I’m relevant and you’re just entertainment
You’re lallygagging, smiling for the camera
Got you steady bragging ‘bout your
Status as an amateur you’re standing still
I keep it moving with style
I’ll be the outcast
You mad ‘cause you Idlewild
You’re talking loud, no evidence of action
‘cause you forgot the relevance of passion
Apocalypse is coming, you ain’t lastin’
If you're holding down the cockpit
Why you crashing?
What’s a revolution without dancing?
Breaking out of normalcy and taking chances
You ain’t got a lot of answers
That’s why your fan says
You’re spittin’ empty stanzas
Your content ain’t strong enough
My sons spit stronger stuff and
They can barely read
I’m tryna motivate the stagnant
So real with mine, i’m willing to bleed
Yeah, yeah i solemnly swear
To fight the good fight as long as I’m here
But sometimes the good fight don’t seem fair
‘cause all the best soldiers
We had ain’t here
They gone now, we all on our own now
And most of those left ain’t got no style
You give ‘em an inch they try
To take a whole mile
Too overconfident to keep a low profile
Pump your breaks, stay in your lane
A bunch of fakes chasin’ fame
I’ll punch your face and take your chain
Sit your five dollar-ass down
Before I make change
The industry don’t wanna know us like
We ain’t gon’ blow up
They think Ohio ain’t no
Different than Oklahoma got my mans in his
Grave probably rollin’ over
And I ain’t talkin’ minutes
Saved on my Motorola i mean mind
Soul and body tryna blow the O up
The people with the biggest hearts
Hearts don’t hold up
My mind flooded with tears
Until it’s flowin’ over
God’s takin’ ‘em in twos like
They roll with Noah
And what’s left when the rain is gone
The same old drinkin’ ’til the pain is gone
It’s way past 'What should I say in a song?'
And more like 'Should I even make a song?'
Can’t say I’m wrong if I can’t go on
Waitin’ on inspiration but it take too long
People like Print just make
What you made before but it hurt too much so
I really can’t no more
What I look like jumpin’ off a
Bridge just because he did it?
When everything is tellin’ me to
Push it to the limit plus if I went soft
You probably wouldn’t listen
I guess I gotta be a dick
To make these pussies get it
‘cause if I play humble
They won’t call my name
And if my sales double
They treat us all the same
Try to knock my hustle like it’s
All in vain ‘cause wack
Show promoters can’t make it to
The hall of fame
Guess it’s ‘cause I don’t owe
‘em for my successes
If they didn’t build me up
Then they can’t respect it
They want the history books so
They can make an edit like lions in vogue
But they never gon’ get it get it?
Like lions in vogue but they
Never gon’ get it