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trilla d - conscience (ronnie drake remix) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: trilla d]
laying in bed
my eyes running
been clowning all my life
and still ain’t nothing funny
running from responsibilities
and praying you start feeling me soon
to a god i don’t believe in
conceiving many moons
but the light ain’t bright enough
i just want a sun
but the stars won’t align
so on this track
i rip the words out my spine
bringing lyrics back to the rap game
diamond among the rhinestones;
phony jay-z and dre clones
i’m a cyclone
but don’t get it twisted
i don’t copy
just watch like my wrist did
not giving an f like a floppy
yes, i still have the colon to digest
i ate you
i don’t have a 9
and if i don’t give a f-ck, there’s no s-x so
you don’t even get a taste
here’s my fist though
i’m schizo
wordplay emits a swift kick to the chin
hats fly off
as i win, a snare
holocaust
defeated; i beat the beat up
rarely conceited
i only reflect on my life in that mirror
i thought writing it down would make it clearer
i fear i’m going under
but then i remember, there’s always light within the thunder

[hook: trilla d]
n-gga forget ya blunders
focus on becoming sum’n you’re proud of
and stop being proud cause ya smoking loud bruh
how you gon’ make ya kids laugh if you clowning, huh?
i don’t mean to be a downer
tryna help you up
who your kids gon’ look up to
if you just down to ride and you don’t give a f-ck?

[verse 2: trilla d]
i write poetry
flowing wasn’t in my degree
to j cole there is no symmetry
this ain’t a diss
but the lyrics i spit
would leave him in a cemetery
have ’em running laps on my tracks
let my semibreve
my mouth a gat
my brain hold notes so potent
no laxatives
as i sh-t all over my opponents
other rappers sour cause our city ain’t get no shine
it’s my hour so
i’ma reposition the limelight
only time i see compet-tion is in hindsight
in my life
people came and left
so, i’ma get my rhymes right
be the best i can be
not for them, but for me
they’ll front like they don’t miss me as i stunt
but i know they want me back
bogus acts
f-ck ya hocus pocus tricks
you c-nts can keep ’em
my skin thick
but wounds deep
scars opened 24/7
like 7-eleven
she is too
i p-ssed her
call the reverend
she suck d-ck till her head aches
p-ss the exedrin
all for a dollar
you a dime
so you get any n-gga to holla
but you only settle for the ones that make ya heels taller
the shot callers, big ballers
but i see ya flaws
all those dollars can’t buy a real smile
laugh as fake as ya hairstyle
i gotta ask
“was it all worthwhile?”
but if it was, don’t let ’em judge
f-ck a critic
do what makes you happy
it’s your life, so live it

- trilla d

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