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gb4 - courtney bell lyrics

[intro]
body (body)

[verse]
we just gettin’ started, they feel the pressure from it
foot marks on our back left from them steppin’ on us
all these trial and error moments, we took lessons from it
grew from the pain, always knew that i had a blessin’ comin’
i’m attackin’ with a talent you can’t pass on
these n*ggas careers like run*on sentences, they drag on
bunch of one*hit wonders and clout chasers to brag on
n*ggas ain’t got no backbone, where i’m from you get clapped on
never complained, stayed to the ground and ten*toed it
never sold my soul for gold, i never folded
never compromised, some days i lost focus
watchin’ my peers all pass, i wasn’t patient on my moment
more intent on defiling women than worldly livin’
obtainin’ all this wisdom and still actin’ like a n*gga
the cat is out its bag, i’m the greatest that ever did it
and put it in sequence that made k!llers and dealers listen, uh
they say that he dope, but he be preachin’
how the world don’t accept him? he teach without overreachin’
he can kick it in the hood with the k!llers and still reach ’em
and converse with the minds of the conscious, that n*gga got it, uh
sittin’ in the booth contemplatin’ on what’s the truth
see, they know that i’m not a victim, but, no i’m accustomed to
servin’ custos from a hood where they scream “busto”, n*gga
come from a city full of rappin’ mc gusto n*ggas
we kept it silent while they folded, they gon’ give us what they owe us
n*ggas talkin’, but ain’t showin’, i don’t tolerate that
they don’t acknowledge who the coldest and play dumb like we ain’t told ’em
like we ain’t show ’em the independent route to fight back
it’s all facts, ain’t no cap, if i’m lyin’, y’all strike me
know n*ggas with the readers and writers that still swipin’
hit the road with the mayweathers, punchin’, dodgin’ indictments
you got a license, come put these thirties in your v*g*n*
i don’t glorify the life, but i been through it to speak it
give praises to the most high for all the trials and the tweakin’
water, it deepens, the more we try to leave it, we sink in
to the point of no return, i been bobbin’ and weavin’
strengthen my defense, battlin’ and fightin’ these demons
a lot of pride on the rise and n*ggas hot but we see ’em
i been grindin’, so they can’t deny the timin’ and sequence
n*ggas talkin’, but it cheapen every time they keep speakin’
i’m in my zone, n*gga, from that one block you can’t come on, n*gga
exit 9 original, hebrew or aboriginal
i’m tired of all this marchin’, you touch ours, we gettin’ physical
fight against the wicked in high places of the spiritual
the rap game like a dope game, this moment pivotal
every verse cost a brick when a hook half a thirty*six
learn the breakdown game, we can do more if we do zips
and be exclusive with the features, we take a name and give hits, uh
i hit a place where i was lost, in need of guidance
was i’m straddlin’ a fence, who i’m kiddin’? i’m tired of lyin’
was battlin’ with women and sinnin’, i’m still fightin’
through all the trials and falls i still came out like a giant
i’m not perfect, i know that i’m flawed, i’m still workin’
been dwellin’ in your presence, at times i feel undeservin’
you gave me laws and told me to stray away from the serpents
keep your shabbats holy, you know me and my true purpose
i can’t play with this, messed up my bed, i gotta lay with this
seekin’ true forgiveness, repentance keep me from sacredness
this game full of satanists, pedophiles and pedophilia
we gon’ stand for yah, all these weirdo n*ggas, keep ’em from near us
told ’em i was comin’ to k!ll the game and i did it
know brothers who can quote a million scriptures but don’t live it
it’s a given, i’m blessed to been gifted with ghetto writtens
that’s connected to the ancients, my spirit became arisen
ascended through this game, ain’t no sellin’ out, we gon’ die for this
if it come down to it, we lose our life for this
bearin’ all this weight, bein’ thankful i’ll take your light with this
when the market crash you gon’ die or take the microchip, n*gga
[outro]
blap
god body 4, poverty*stricken

- courtney bell lyrics

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