Jxxiii - IndieVISUAL lyrics

INDIE

This the kind of music you hear
That makes you wanna shed tears
That makes you wanna love life
That makes you wanna be here
That's makes you wanna find ya self
Be free and be aware this is Hip-Hop music
Never tell me be clear
Cause you bustas' rhymes are tired
Overcoming obstacles and jumping fences
Like I'm Spitting through the wire
You ain't gotta like me
But, your respect I acquire
To whom much is Given much is required
Nas said the world is yours so I'm quiet
Humble, can't deny it stomach rumbling
I been on a diet and I'm hungry for success
Man I'm bout to start a riot
Cause you don't understand my pain
I'm Suffering in silent a lyrical pilot


Man I'm bout to take off layover or layoff
Get paid or laid off self made like Raekwon
Wutang forever playing in the background
Before they day is gone
Best story never told like Saigon
Convicted like Akon 4 minutes like A-vant
Or Avant not a sant or a saint and I can't
Change to please, you never am I see thru
But homie I see you keep doing ya thing
We gone make it one day
Cause Martin had a dream ye had a dream
Cole had a dream jhene had a dream
Oprah had a dream and if you have a dream
Work towards it never let em put u down
My nigga Go forward and Go for it
Swear pourin going hard in the paint
Something like jordan scoring in '88
Your lyrics is foreign if u don't
Plan to motivate or inspire
It ain't no secret lord knows
I Been tired of these wack rapper
Wanna bes sell Records
Wanna please, nigga please
Please believe a new day is coming
U better start running
U better start running i am who I am
Don't gotta explain it the world messed up
That's why I keep on complaining
Praying for sunshine but it keep on raining
The wrong people getting shine
And keep on reigning over all but like
The Berlin Wall you gone fall
If you don't stand for the ppl
U ain't standing at all! VISUAL

Born on the 12th day of June
Forced myself up out mama womb
Year was 1993 came to soon
JXXI I I, young premature goon
From premie to premium always do it big
The fuck is medium? Man I might split ya wig
End of the term close to maternity
Limited time boy no eternity
Like a dboy yo I swear to God
They burning me but, I'm flame resistant
Always turning keys fire fighters
Lighters in the sky wave em higher
Remember Allison man she called me a liar
But, I'm true as hell anything I touch
I do it well but Shoutout to her
Direct deposit's that's what I prefer
Bring yo ass to the fight you might murked
If it was 09 yo ass would get jerked
Next Lauryn Hill nah I just got verbs
Either come correct or get yo ass curved
Hand on the bible like that's my word
Before the swagga ain't sending
Shots more like a daggar
Started from the bottom way Down in Atlanta
Close to the top with my gift like Santa
Santa (uh) climbing down the chimney
It's a cold world but, I got God with me
Rest in peace Whitney houston we have a
Problem policeofficials they will
Not solve them
Police official they will not solve them

They are the problem hiphop the answer
Stay away from pork it'll give u cancer
It might taste good
But, it's the kiss of death
It'll Kill ya soul it'll Rot ya flesh
What A beautiful mess America is
Just tryna live can I atleast do that?
You looking good bae
Tell me where you been at almost 21
With my family on my back all my Loved ones
Is Under attack i'm the last hope
And I can't cope so I rap
Til my soul on fire
Like some dope on the stove
In the trap put my city
On the map yeah I rap
But that ain't all i do
Intelligence didn't only come from school
But, I'm in it anyway i'm sinning everyday
Lord forgive me i'm just tryna find my way

I'm just tryna find my way

I'm Tryna find my way

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