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worship me, i'm your god - the 331 lyrics

[intro: fry]
strings play, they pulsate
a heavy crescendo
same white robe
white walls
feel paranoid when they let go
so they control us, envy and avoid us
fall for the freedom they sold us
but we ain’t receive
we feel deceived
now we free from

[verse 1: fry]
the dystopia we reside in
paints portraits the homeless confide in
constant complications cater goods to the priceless
as inflation sky rocket the prices
back and forth
two bodys struggle to escape their vices
fight their way out
what’s the use to take flight and find two broken souls divided?
miss america, kick us down just to tear us up
time ticks, these politicians scared of us
raise your vocals, get down ‘fore you fade to dust
so i ain’t sayin’ much
i ain’t preachin’, i’m just teachin’
how we steady tryna avoid the illuminati
i ain’t weary, just got bruises on my body
feel the weight, the pressure cannot stop me
try me, i want all the smoke
heavy melancholic got me stoned
high too much, i got no hope
crack rock, felt a crack to my bones
just another crack to the dome
every man acts strong
like we as humans
we do no wrong
mistakes define the path we tread along
so in your final days admit the fact
you seek a sentence ‘till the dawn
grant a helping hand
still it’s f*ck uncle sam
congress can’t define me
but they control the land
control the way we act
hangin’ helpless as we chant:
‘help us, save us, from the master of the puppets
the angels, choirs, and the trumpets’
this ain’t the endin’ you expected was it?
that’s the end
another closed discussion
[chorus: j three]
breaking free, got these chains on me
false gods, you no saint to me
i was born to die
comply love that i hate me
trained to k!ll
in blood they bathing me

[verse 2: j three]
i wanna see the ‘fam doing well
told uncle sam go to h*ll
i ain’t enlisting
i am not tryna climb positions
f*ck your prescriptions
new renditions
the sh*t on my mind might get me admitted
i will not give in to these prison stricken conditions
and f*ck your demands
fists in your pockets, you hiding your hands
the missiles get guided by plan
the pistols get fired by liars afraid of taking a stand
now they taking a stand in the courtroom
what justice demands
league of criminals
cowards with cannons
power does damage but so does j three
twenty years old with a heart full of fire i breathe
i cannot put the pen down
til my momma paid and my pops can retire
many days that i feel like letting go
but i remember those days we were broke
and i can’t go back to those
gotta stack cheddar and not the government kind
duck the government lies
duck the government spies
i see what the government hides
carefully treading when gunning these lines
ready for running whenever it’s time
we gonna run the game
me and my cousins that’s family ties
plan a surprise
bow, we break through, changing lives
you may have planned our demise
but planets keep spinning, the sun will still rise
the 331 comin’
stainless steel been blood stained
for stealin’ what we supply
never surrender this sh*t is surreal
suspenseful instrumental make you feel
the hunger, the anger, the passion concealed
you cannot make this sh*t up ‘cause it’s real
b*tch you wanna play the game?
you get played by making the same mistake
[chorus: j three]
breaking free, got these chains on me
false gods, you no saint to me
i was born to die
comply love that i hate me
trained to k!ll
in blood they bathing me

[verse 3: lq]
what you expect?
me to be perfect?
i’m done with that verdict
i need some respect
love me in person
behind red curtains stab deep blood seeps
not a sudden occurrence
what’s your intention?
who you impressin’?
what impressions you setting?
you need some attention
you need a new lesson
mention me, won’t be breathing in seconds
lq is dying a legend  or i grab my most lethal weapon
i’ll send you to heaven
i’m seeing the reverend
i’m going to h*ll
i have grieved deep
i need to start loving myself
i need to start askin’ for help
where is god for all of this pain that i felt? (where have you been?)
my heart is so cold just know that it won’t ever melt (where are you now?)
i’m one of a kind
don’t ever compare me to n0body else
the verses i speak are my scriptures
my catalogue is the new bible
mona lisa perfection, paint all my pictures
“where have you been” is the title
that’s the question i ask when i think about who are my idols
overthink all of my craft
can’t make the next “revival”
critics tear down the goats
i worry how i am perceived
i am a human being, expected as god who breathes
with time, still my mind is never at peace
worship me, i’m your god
you can’t out rap me, huh
hop on a feature
uncle sam can’t out tax me, huh
no matter the grammys i achieve
still won’t get me back my granny
bema

- the 331 lyrics

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