Transitionz by Tha God Fahim Lyrics
[Verse: Tha God Fahim]
I write my dreams on paper
A nigga spread his wings, in all themes, they'll hate ya
That's the circle of life and death; Go any depths
Wear the family crest in flesh, I ain't rockin' like the rest
Dudes treat this rap like they're makin' street money
Like shit is all bloody
You just keep bein' funny, and on the mic, I just preach facts
You niggas got more tweets than raps, but it ain't that
You just bein' wack, but real shit, it's to each his own
'Cause at the end of the light, we meant to die alone
And make our transition our own way
I used to fuck with you the long way, but friends fade
They throw you under the shade
Walk out the door, [?] to carry my blades
I had to let go of a lot of feelings, in this land, it be a lot of killings
So I keep the mass like I was bodybuilding
A free mind is a free spirit, the stars align with unique lyrics
They gon' hear this
I pay homage to the ones that risked it
Rest in peace niggas like we all misfits
Statistics of minorities, middle fingers to authorities
In the system that aborted me
Better pray to God before you go to war with me
Fifty shots loaded in the hand of God, the Lord with me
Uh
I write my dreams on paper
A nigga spread his wings, in all themes, they'll hate ya
That's the circle of life and death; Go any depths
Wear the family crest in flesh, I ain't rockin' like the rest
Dudes treat this rap like they're makin' street money
Like shit is all bloody
You just keep bein' funny, and on the mic, I just preach facts
You niggas got more tweets than raps, but it ain't that
You just bein' wack, but real shit, it's to each his own
'Cause at the end of the light, we meant to die alone
And make our transition our own way
I used to fuck with you the long way, but friends fade
They throw you under the shade
Walk out the door, [?] to carry my blades
I had to let go of a lot of feelings, in this land, it be a lot of killings
So I keep the mass like I was bodybuilding
A free mind is a free spirit, the stars align with unique lyrics
They gon' hear this
I pay homage to the ones that risked it
Rest in peace niggas like we all misfits
Statistics of minorities, middle fingers to authorities
In the system that aborted me
Better pray to God before you go to war with me
Fifty shots loaded in the hand of God, the Lord with me
Uh