Lil story by Arwinaf Lyrics
Intro
Let me tell lil story bout my hood
Where preachers are no good
Thousand years we got roots
People starving for the food
Shouting on the roof
Shooting metal ain’t no wood
Hook
They tell me boy you never make it
I should prove them wrong otherwise I’m faking
I will pray to god for my faith what I’m facing
Gotta pay the debt do my thing feel amazing
*2
Verse
Born and raised where
Rapping was illegal
Vulture eating good
Poor starving lonely eagle
Running outta hood
Other gangs prolly beat you
Talking bout loop
All the cops prolly hit you
How you wanna fight
Look around No one with you
They got enough proof
Grab you shit come and get you
Coming to your roof
For the shit never meet you
Running outta food
Mr death nice to meet you
Then again i have talent you ignore it
I have balance you destroy it
I want commas you ain’t blowing
(Yeah)
Then again i ain’t waiting going for it
I ain’t talking with the police
I ain’t quitting I want more
I want more
Then again I’m sorry you don’t know me
I just don’t know where I’m going
I ain’t lost i just bored yeah
I’m bored
Then again yeah i know that im rude
I’m crazy in my head
I’m bipolar too
Let me tell you where i grew up
Lots of cars getting blow up
Leaders prolly sleeping
Drug dealers always show up
Bull shit they’ve been feeding
Can’t take it ima throw up
I’ve been bullied all my life
Don’t you ever tell me grow up
Codeine by my side
I can’t never be sober
Hommies losing sight
We are losing game over
Dream of buying rover
Boy I’m really getting older
Nothing really changed
Every picture every color
Kind like my mom
Got my nose from my father
They wish that I’m done
But I’m back from my cover
I just wanna run from the hate
To the corner
Talking about Iran
Fuck the fame
I don’t want it
Spitting what is right
In this game
I ain’t lying
Trimming all the
Haze for my blunt
I might rolling
Everybody laughed
Yeah i know it yeah i know it
Nothing really left
Yeah i know it yeah i know it
Outro
Let me tell lil story bout my hood
Where preachers are no good
Thousand years we got roots
People starving for the food
Shouting on the roof
Shooting metal ain’t no wood
Let me tell lil story bout my hood
Where preachers are no good
Thousand years we got roots
People starving for the food
Shouting on the roof
Shooting metal ain’t no wood
Hook
They tell me boy you never make it
I should prove them wrong otherwise I’m faking
I will pray to god for my faith what I’m facing
Gotta pay the debt do my thing feel amazing
*2
Verse
Born and raised where
Rapping was illegal
Vulture eating good
Poor starving lonely eagle
Running outta hood
Other gangs prolly beat you
Talking bout loop
All the cops prolly hit you
How you wanna fight
Look around No one with you
They got enough proof
Grab you shit come and get you
Coming to your roof
For the shit never meet you
Running outta food
Mr death nice to meet you
Then again i have talent you ignore it
I have balance you destroy it
I want commas you ain’t blowing
(Yeah)
Then again i ain’t waiting going for it
I ain’t talking with the police
I ain’t quitting I want more
I want more
Then again I’m sorry you don’t know me
I just don’t know where I’m going
I ain’t lost i just bored yeah
I’m bored
Then again yeah i know that im rude
I’m crazy in my head
I’m bipolar too
Let me tell you where i grew up
Lots of cars getting blow up
Leaders prolly sleeping
Drug dealers always show up
Bull shit they’ve been feeding
Can’t take it ima throw up
I’ve been bullied all my life
Don’t you ever tell me grow up
Codeine by my side
I can’t never be sober
Hommies losing sight
We are losing game over
Dream of buying rover
Boy I’m really getting older
Nothing really changed
Every picture every color
Kind like my mom
Got my nose from my father
They wish that I’m done
But I’m back from my cover
I just wanna run from the hate
To the corner
Talking about Iran
Fuck the fame
I don’t want it
Spitting what is right
In this game
I ain’t lying
Trimming all the
Haze for my blunt
I might rolling
Everybody laughed
Yeah i know it yeah i know it
Nothing really left
Yeah i know it yeah i know it
Outro
Let me tell lil story bout my hood
Where preachers are no good
Thousand years we got roots
People starving for the food
Shouting on the roof
Shooting metal ain’t no wood