Donnie Darko. by RA$H (Rap) Lyrics
So what y'all want me to do
Fuck living lies, I'm tryna feed you the truth
Shit, Home ain't been a home
So I live in the booth
Only alive in my music
I'm just breathing through you
And I'll be gone in a minute, I'm just keeping it G
Thoughts racing through my head
But they ain't speaking to me
My conscious only whispers
What he keeping from me?
These rappers fucking up, They just speaking to speak
You niggas supposed to be teachers
What y'all teaching to me?
Nothing
The ladies acting starstruck
But I peep bluffing
Should prolly keep a poker face in this love game
These niggas rapping hoes and don't know they son name
Back child support, and a grand on one chain
And here I'm still giving my life
Still I'm cursing god
Cause he fucking fucked my life up
Hope you hear this, you don't write much
And I hope you take my soul before this motherfucking nights up
And I doubt they comprehend what they hearing from me
Got us caged like dogs
And now I'm ready to speak
Ribs touching
Bitch I'm ready to eat
I see the gimmicks setting stage
But they ain't ready for me
(Hook)
Completely done with the nonsense
Done with the drama
Tend to try on some suits
But I ain't fucking with karma
No offense to that stripper karma
She learned from her mama
And now she only fucks with niggas if they raking in commas
But I don't knock the hustle
Wrong door, you in trouble
His Glocks in mint condition
And I bet he packed double
But shit I'm ranting off
Moms been gave up
She knows I'm slacking off
Said I had a tutor
Had the tutored bitches jack me off
And I don't stress shit
I tend to laugh it off
But there's my bluff
Cause At home I rarely laugh at all
Cause shit ain't funny when you're thinking bout ending it
And if I die before the drop
Hope they peep the penmanship
Shit, I'll probably die before I finish this
Then I'd go to hell
And say I died young and ignorant
My minds fucked cause I chose to not be ignorant
And now I know too much
Eyes and souls getting intimate
You see what I mean
Music is the passion but I know I need green
It's like I'm payed max
I will never leave my team
And I'm sleeping to escape
Cause it's freedom in my dreams
(Hook)
The golden child of my youth
Elimination for fruit
The sweet eliminated first
If you pudding, you fooled
And the word is overused
In the sense that I'll still use it
Hands no longer waving
Shit y'all niggas turned to Buddhist
Well boo dat
Back when cole had y'all niggas chanting "who dat"
Now the white hoes screaming "who dat"
What I thought you knew dat
Just wait until the news come back
That the coolest of the cool came back
And yeah I'm ripping these tracks
Kitten cries as I'm splitting the cat
Niggas is bound to copy
So I'm spitting the facts (fax)
Still I'm spitting the heat
Dodging the tics and the tacs
Lil niggas breast fed
With the titting for tat
And I ain't in it for that
I'm just tryna shake these demons
Should probably join the navy
All these hoes love the semen
Verbal dope dealer
Got you Puki, niggas feinding
Got the Feds watching
Cause they know that I'm the reason
Maybe it's paranoia floating through my cerebral
But I peeped you niggas stunting
Pussy Evel Knievel's
If you don't know the real
Shit, the prophets a teach you
They have yet to peep the style so they claiming I'm evil
(Hook)
Fuck living lies, I'm tryna feed you the truth
Shit, Home ain't been a home
So I live in the booth
Only alive in my music
I'm just breathing through you
And I'll be gone in a minute, I'm just keeping it G
Thoughts racing through my head
But they ain't speaking to me
My conscious only whispers
What he keeping from me?
These rappers fucking up, They just speaking to speak
You niggas supposed to be teachers
What y'all teaching to me?
Nothing
The ladies acting starstruck
But I peep bluffing
Should prolly keep a poker face in this love game
These niggas rapping hoes and don't know they son name
Back child support, and a grand on one chain
And here I'm still giving my life
Still I'm cursing god
Cause he fucking fucked my life up
Hope you hear this, you don't write much
And I hope you take my soul before this motherfucking nights up
And I doubt they comprehend what they hearing from me
Got us caged like dogs
And now I'm ready to speak
Ribs touching
Bitch I'm ready to eat
I see the gimmicks setting stage
But they ain't ready for me
(Hook)
Completely done with the nonsense
Done with the drama
Tend to try on some suits
But I ain't fucking with karma
No offense to that stripper karma
She learned from her mama
And now she only fucks with niggas if they raking in commas
But I don't knock the hustle
Wrong door, you in trouble
His Glocks in mint condition
And I bet he packed double
But shit I'm ranting off
Moms been gave up
She knows I'm slacking off
Said I had a tutor
Had the tutored bitches jack me off
And I don't stress shit
I tend to laugh it off
But there's my bluff
Cause At home I rarely laugh at all
Cause shit ain't funny when you're thinking bout ending it
And if I die before the drop
Hope they peep the penmanship
Shit, I'll probably die before I finish this
Then I'd go to hell
And say I died young and ignorant
My minds fucked cause I chose to not be ignorant
And now I know too much
Eyes and souls getting intimate
You see what I mean
Music is the passion but I know I need green
It's like I'm payed max
I will never leave my team
And I'm sleeping to escape
Cause it's freedom in my dreams
(Hook)
The golden child of my youth
Elimination for fruit
The sweet eliminated first
If you pudding, you fooled
And the word is overused
In the sense that I'll still use it
Hands no longer waving
Shit y'all niggas turned to Buddhist
Well boo dat
Back when cole had y'all niggas chanting "who dat"
Now the white hoes screaming "who dat"
What I thought you knew dat
Just wait until the news come back
That the coolest of the cool came back
And yeah I'm ripping these tracks
Kitten cries as I'm splitting the cat
Niggas is bound to copy
So I'm spitting the facts (fax)
Still I'm spitting the heat
Dodging the tics and the tacs
Lil niggas breast fed
With the titting for tat
And I ain't in it for that
I'm just tryna shake these demons
Should probably join the navy
All these hoes love the semen
Verbal dope dealer
Got you Puki, niggas feinding
Got the Feds watching
Cause they know that I'm the reason
Maybe it's paranoia floating through my cerebral
But I peeped you niggas stunting
Pussy Evel Knievel's
If you don't know the real
Shit, the prophets a teach you
They have yet to peep the style so they claiming I'm evil
(Hook)