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lirik lagu chaos – swank & king draft

[intro: king draft]
yeah man
for all the n*ggas that came up like me
(grew up in the chaos)
right
all the n*ggas that seen the sh*t i’ve seen
right
felt the sh*t i felt

[verse 1: king draft]
young king, and i’m back rockin’
traumatized big rooms, i still tap my back pockets
slow progress to crack
whole process, can’t slack
hood hot, mo degrees, but it’s no college
right, i lucked out, my clover had four leaves
i been skipping every breakfast, for me to get more cheese
at the bar, only time that you’ll hear “poor me”
put ya hands together for the angel in the land of devils
wе all dirty, ain’t here to exchangе a shovel
i can’t blame a n*gga looking at nothin’ and making double
biggie told me “when the pockets would double, it come wit trouble”
all of my n*ggas huddle ’til we fortune 5*double*o
corner store subs, hot chocolate or a b*tter roll
winter winds coming slow, sharp enough to cut a soul
you know we (grew up in the chaos)
miss a exit, it’s another toll
family wouldn’t come to my crib because they mother know
or they thought they did
hope a stray ain’t never caught ya crib
and if them n*ggas missed, then we right back on the strip, the field
we all did (grew up in the chaos)
right
[verse 2: reuben vincent]
i start this verse by saying we all african
when heaven call us in, our hoods they won’t matter then
fathers left youngins to fight for true masculine
no standing at the tabernacle praying
but everybody pray, on my knees yelling “father stretch my bands”
so i can put the hood on without ku klux klan
and these daughters having daughters wasn’t part of the plan
but we don’t look inside they heart before we all in they pants
from the womb to the tomb, it’s a cycle
i’ve never been to paris, but i swear l’ve seen an eyeful
and the idols is the kingpins, so we move like disciples
on the block all night long, tryna be as rich as lionel
deciding what’s the choices, when the voices in your head
to either pick up the pencil or feed these n*ggas the lead
either way i’ma k!ll ’em
either way i’m concealing
one could lead me to h*ll and one could lead me to healing
i’m feeling like
peace and pardon me, excuse me for my artistry
the pain the game give me will always be a part of me
got the biggest heart in me, but love ain’t shown
when personalities clash and chrome meets chrome
the block don’t know no wrong, so they patience runs thinner
i’m hungry’s the excuse for why they taking one’s dinner
man, gotta forgive them
i get them because i is them
five percent tint to hide the knowledge and the wisdom
i wish well, and hope these lines could make big sales
to span and reach the johns, the quans, the ashley tisdales
before super mario, i seen n*ggas send sh*lls
seen n*ggas swim and then drown off of the fish scale
woo! so with words i’ma excel
i got a point of power, you n*ggas should know my intel
write like a pen pal or a n*gga in the pen
writing letters to his fam of when he coming home again
and sin, uh, grew up in the chaos (grew up in the chaos)
n*gga
[segue: sw*nk (reuben vincent)]
yeah (yeah)
yo, yo

[verse 3: sw*nk]
look, i can’t see ’em coming down my eyes
too much trauma to process
i still hear shots in my sleep
police, ambulance sirens
every other day a n*gga dying
28 and crying ’bout sh*t that used to happen way back
“big boys don’t cry”, auntie used to say that
now i’m walking ’round bottled up, i need a release
and plus they just buried my pops last week
got a notebook, start jotting, couldn’t stop it
realized i had sk!ll, my classmates like stop it
you know l (grew up in the chaos)
smoked my first black when i was 12
9 years old when the strap was first held
wanna fit in, mama said boy act like yourself
but that won’t get me b*tches, man i’m gonna need some help
i didn’t know being me was enough
i thank god for change, now being me isn’t tough, sh*t
growing up my scenery a bunch of b&e’s
and r.i.p.’s on a shirt, but this ain’t no yeezy tee
just the memories of ones we lost to the streets
and health complications too, look what they giving us to eat
suicide on their minds
’cause where i’m from, dying easier than tryna survive
don’t get caught up in they lies
you know who ‘they’ is
skin pale, got all the intel
i grew up in the chaos that they made for us
my great granny cleaned houses for white folks
my auntie would go with her
i know they mad them f*ck n*ggas free just like glorilla
taught us how to hate ourselves
get the fathers out the home
women, act like you don’t need them
men, break the women down
she don’t listen then you beat her
held it in for a while
was younger when i seen it
blessed with a ticket out the hood
a gift that not many understood
working 24/7, 365, no days off
running from my trauma and this chaos… n*gga
[outro: sw*nk]
(grew up in the chaos)
yeah
aye
yeah, yeah
(grew up in the chaos)

- swank king draft

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