Realm Reality - Concrete Jazz lyrics
rate meGod bless those who gave me a chance
I gave in to dance, displaying both hands with the wave of a chance
The king of fans feeling lost in a rant
God deciphers the plan that I execute where I stand
Amen, damn, anger posters in my veins
When my daughter comes, a lot of change
My pockets lame but my fame cool
It never equaled up, we elope, cops they seeing us, avoiding being caught
Feeding larger opponents from guarding moments
Every discarded notice from bills and parks was hopeless
Build the focus, my Metro card is a token
To show my city of Brooklyn exactly what I was holding
This grind mode lifestyle is real
Crafting talents from my field cost skill
Dumb rappers think they made it with a mill
So I measure my success when this money makes me dish
Fast break lane for the haters
They hoping that I miss every lay up
Grind, more life, get the paper
Improvising jazz through the chaos
Fast break lane for the haters
They hoping that I miss every lay up
Grind, more life, get the paper
Improvising jazz through the chaos
Listen, I’m tryina make paper
No, y’all don’t feel me
I’m tryina make enough money to manufacture and make paper
White America won’t give the time of day
So any time a day come gets them lines of yay
Shit will make you touch the sky, I ain’t talking lines from yay
I’m talking fiends forming lines like yay!
Born hustles, doing this from back in the days
Better believe we’re still trapped in our ways
Right now in the current sea we make you one with the currents of the sea
For that currency
Shit changed now, it’s worrying me
The lines between the frauds and the real niggas too blurry to see
So low key why I play, stay dead now
I’m packing like it’s vacate year round
If you yacking wanna play and stand down
Of reaction, let the tray spray air rounds
Fast break lane for the haters
They hoping that I miss every lay up
Grind, more life, get the paper
Improvising jazz through the chaos
Fast break lane for the haters
They hoping that I miss every lay up
Grind, more life, get the paper
Improvising jazz through the chaos
The most offensive four time offender
Fourth kind and counting, bounty hunter
Buck the .45 with splendor
My enemies are not mere thugs or street vendors
My scope is much wider, my target is dead center
Defender of the galaxy, master of gravity
Refused to be held down by hell bound savagery
Time don’t exist, they made it up to cage us up
Prison starts within the confines of your mind, the stakes are up
Stake for lunch, dead birds for dinner
They got us, at war with our own anatomy
These byproducts will kill you faster than serial slashers
The cereal we feeding our kids is making them fatter
They want us dumb and slow so they can take control faster
But you don’t hear me, though, ‘cause I ain’t rapping about no ass
Fuck everything you heard thus far, including my shit
‘Cause true fears are just started, you ain’t heard much, pa, no
Fast break lane for the haters
They hoping that I miss every lay up
Grind, more life, get the paper
Improvising jazz through the chaos
Fast break lane for the haters
They hoping that I miss every lay up
Grind, more life, get the paper
Improvising jazz through the chaos
