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lirik lagu 2024 freestyle on sway in the morning – locksmith

[intro]
we done made classics up here
what we doing this is the year of the mc
welcome to the valley of the hyena
dp drop a beat on them
yeah okay, that’s what we doing sway huh?
yeah, you know it’s that morning i got to get that uh that throat clear
look
sway in the morning
yeah, new york city
yeah
yes
listen
look sway, look

[verse]
listen close as i expose a book
sort of a moral compass encompassing what to cook
this is what the business took
the ones who claim culture vulture, usually turn out to be the biggest crooks
you havе to understand your enemiеs flaws, watch out for your own people that’s affinity fraud
can’t even afford to seize a bank account on empty
i’m in a real estate, that’s cuz jealous ones still envy
desperate thugs eating breakfast in the club
in the bay we say “yee!” that’s expected when it’s love
look how they framed us in a box
jade’s kiss broke his will, now she begging smith to change the locks
trying to ease drop
when a woman wants to stray then there’s nothing you can say to try to de block
just cut her off keep moving and weigh it later
where i’m from we had to learn to keep it player
look, i’m from a city where skinny n*ggas are brutalized
the same turf where your self worth is what you provide
the same soil where they pretend that they loyal and growing up being jaded is celebrated in proof of pride
no trophy no admiration, never have i looked at my homies for validation
never have i hitched my wagon and n*ggas bragging to stand next to a weak ass rapper with half the talent
cuz i’m desperate, just look at what he’s become, some artists make a career eating other people’s crumbs
no claim for a claim but claim patient, hanging with bigger names just to stay fame adjacent
now you ponder why the genre is in a decline, everything disposable nothing worthy to rewind
we’re content with content and not art, instead of focusing sharp we just throwing out darts
desperate to go viral, labels are in survival, mode and every artist is starving so they provide you
with just enough drugs so they can drown you, after you dead and gone they blame the n*ggas around you
ask yourself before you spin into a plummet, with all these dead rappers who benefits from it
but we to know that we revoke it, then turn around and consume the very music that promotes it
don’t want to be free they want to be comfortable, i declare we fell off a cliff dr huxtable
the gold po for black folks is adjustable, until we fix us then we become corruptible
you can’t only expect facts when it’s convenient, the gospel is the gospel regardless how you receive it
you can’t put tribe before truth and if you do then you become what you despise at the roots
rooted in jealousy, let us eat, why they jealousy jealous with just felons and let us sleep in a cell and sweep
it’s in my cells i’m celebrated i self critique that’s why i exhale and i exhale while you yet the to breathe
you capping is in your capillaries, i cascade and close caption and captivate to the casket carry
full of doubt like a non*believer was asking mary, how you manage to carry that package, you an adversary
marry the mission, lyrics the wedding ring, those who don’t believe in nothing, believe everything
paint the throne whatever you can’t condone, babylon/babble on until you ho*rs* on course with ancient rome
right or wrong we play along pretending, we don’t even care if it’s good long as it’s trending
we keep extending our limits receding closer, to the point we can’t distinguish what’s dope for mediocre
i made mistakes worth the pain, suffocated by hate, i had to carve a certain lane
better learn to grow gills, or wallow your shame, only trust yourself, that’s a million dollars worth of game
you see the circumstances made me bitter, said i was too touchy philly to be a major figure
but when it’s cheese at stake the biases is like psoriasis never put your faith in a flaky n*gga
i’m head and shoulders above these artists i know my god is watching down on me but they doubt you and try to scalp you
these little n*ggas, wannabe thugs claiming they call shots, get under your skin a bunch of small pox
for that moolah, they quick to wave the matula, the hate that you gave little infants starting to pool up
pull up on me my only concern is state facts, every file your engineer bounce is a wave cap
i wave back to the haters who made him clutch, we never seen you with a bad dame like a rock nation brunch
the plot thickens the pot sticking if y’all within, 5 feet of a lock then they tend to stop or relate as much
debate for what, i’m clearly on the ascension i rap to unlock the truth not a prostitute for attention
do not confuse what i’m spitting, with mindless drivel, i hate every rapper alive, besides that i’m civil
you see, ever since martin and malcolm x, most of our people have a messiah complex
we keep waiting for someone to be our savior, so we’re more susceptible to unethical behavior
false prophets that profit off bad juju, false optics our only option is youtube
sponsored ads selling you conscious trash that i expose go and console your sad guru
the mask you use is split what’s cracking, i weave between the lines and read behind the captions
up and coming artists don’t know the way to they actions, so they portray murder and violence to get some traction
it’s a distraction the government can’t sustain us, we accept the values of the people that used to hang us
this is what happens when you glorify trapping and you worship athletes, actors an entertainers
we used to want money now we want to be famous
blue checks on blue checks, just look how bad they framed us
jezebel, manny, andy, an amos give a pass to every other community that ain’t us
it ain’t much, but the consequences are dire
entire budgets are spent to inspire lower desires
you can’t have buyers without suppliers
make sam scream uncle, he chuckles when you perspire
the devil’s a liar, so is social media, under the influence of influences feeding ya
broadcast controllers with broadcast control ya, convince you to buy course that’s podcast payola
but i’m a bay guy, pocket mac dre guy, i know the play by, cuz i grew up watching ai
the seed of ya z won’t ever get bay i, can’t wait till they replace you wack n*ggas with a.i
find a useful plug, roger that, monotonous rap, forcing these labels to use computer love
if youse a thug wheres the separation, the perks they set, create this appeal for medication
all conjecture like a lecture from a deepah, a gesture from the sea ops you a jester or a greeot
if you’re not in my circle then you are the op, so every now and then from these n*ggas i have to detox
no narcanine, spark the grind out of crescent park a spine, let them keep talking but i will not respond
i won’t entertain vain talk or stress, i’m a vessel of hope each pin stroke is cardiac arrest
you feeling bold and proud, you spent 25,000 to rap in front of an empty crowd at rolling loud
playing cloak and dagger, your whole facade is for coax and backers or hop a bar on the corporate ladder
these young athletes turn on these trap beats, wave a gun unannounced they k!lling their own chance
jah bless you if they catch you they going to press you, cuz these news outlets continue to post mo rants
you must understand when you slip is dire
there is no honor amongst priors
these young thugs catch slugs from the gunners they hire and get caught in that friendly fire
hoopers want to be rappers
rappers want to be famous
they both want to be stamped and validated by strangers
nothing they ever rep is real
matter of fact they don’t get a criminal record till after they get a record deal
corporations give iterations to back you, make you sign a contract so they can con and track you
you went from court side to taking to court side, to telling the judge that your image was just an act too
such a hypocritical pace, how they lowered the bar for those in a political sp*ce
bolster that, with the pollster traps, and how they disarm blacks through the molford act
counter intelligence programs, maneuvering hoovering those dams, i’m lyrically no sham
i’m the, bdp a cpv, they don’t even write their sh*t, chat gpt
see, one man’s treasure is another man’s garbage
one man’s leather is another man’s carpet
one man’s mansion is another man’s apartment
regardless of where you at we don’t rap in the same department
i’m an artist, i never put image before substance
i only speak facts and receive it back in abundance
i never pay attention to urban media pundit
cuz all they do is exploit our trauma and it’s redundant
protect your wallets don’t never expect some silence you better expect some violence i press and reject you wallets
by your waist, never say it to my face, but keep talking out the back of your neck, marcelis wallace
a briefcase of what he states is a niche, be careful what you say that’s a sweep stake for police
be careful who you let put your mind in a tight leash, cuz even your wife could breach look at how she ty*rese
baby boy don’t be shining in these streets
before you order them waffles, better iron out your beef
or any potential thief, that’s willing to watch and creep
flash of peace, now they mourning immortalize you in tweets
it’s a sickness, people don’t want to see you succeed
they follow you just to mute you and socially execute you
never let the shroud or the algorithm seduce you
cuz n*ggas will watch your moves to minimize and reduce you
i used to youthfully view music as merit based
i used to stupidly stoop scruples and carrot chase
i’m getting sick of these unoriginal artists, when all they do is repeat what’s popping like a parrot’s face
and get extorted, you can’t absorb the resources, you can’t afford to record, unless he pay thugs
my art is my only agency, every stream to get paid to me, basically, i got it out that east bay mud
cut the faucet, the sh*t that you spit is staining the carpet
causing a market spillage, my bars are carcinogenic
your farce is sparking some interest, it’s not off talent
all you speak is tongue and cheek, and that is not my palette
i’m from the soil where the mac is be intil, when any interview whatever hebrew is*real
i know a lot of new artist before they start, flooding your timeline before they even reach their arc
i.e get swindled out of your i.p. finesse to get pressed why they devalue you highkey
i speak with conviction follow the diction, after you rx you gon’ need another prescription
look, i’m the definition of persevere
the person here has accumulated a purpose clear
i used to think my career was stuck in a certain gear
and then every other year i continued to jump another tier
yeah, i finally understand my mother’s fear
stardom is a monster that conquers all when you insincere
in some weird way, i understood her sister steer me away from rapping she saw what happen the cl!cks appears
and music could be a blessing, until you start to worship those monetary reflections
material items can be material, witnesses against your initial goal and assessment
no ultimatum can make me budge, i follow my direction instead of holding the grudge
i made the sacrifices in spit of me being judged, i just thank god that i’m blessed to do what i love
[outro]
ladies and gentlemen
oh my god
i made a prediction, turn my mic up
i made a prediction, i said this will be the best one this year
yep, i said it in january!
i don’t like that sway
well so far
the best one for the next 10 years
there you go! there you go!
take your hat off sway
take it off
i got to take the hat off for this one
locksmith
say his name the locksmith

- locksmith

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