michael just sent me this chop Lyrics
[Intro]
(Michael just sent me this chop)
[Verse 1: A-Reece]
Yeah
I’m from a city where niggas got two phones, no Kevin Gates
Two watches on the same wrist, the Mashobane way
Infamous instigators with full clips full of rage, they don’t play
Beef with them will only leave you in a vegetative state
Far from God’s saints
Strange, all they know is pain
Dark from Saulsville to Block X, it’s all the same
Brothers die, mothers cry, families hide, terrified by the [?] gang living to survive
Gettin’ extorted for protection and water supplies
You can’t report it, the police get a piece of the pie
Even law enforcement break the law in order to provide
Prayin’ to the sky, curious if God see that
The kid wanted to be calm, ended up in the C Max
They say he needs some reform then put him in orange and black
Don’t try to act like Steven Seagal, you’ll end up at Steve Biko (Haha, wang’tshwara? Yeah)
For now we pour up the Casamigos
Ventriloquize the De Niro and hope to become the heroes
Champions of the people
Breakin’ these generational curses, denouncing evil
Jottin’ these inspirational verses hopin’ they reach you
Maybe some other time if not today
But some day, one day
Either way in some way
Whether you’re in Alex’, Atlanta or in Norway
It doesn’t matter what age or what race
It doesn’t matter if you dead broke or if you get paid
Somebody is lookin’ for change
Somebody’s gotta hit play
Somebody gotta relate
Somebody’s tryna escape
Somebody’s tryna be great
Trust me, it’s never too late (Yeah)
[Interlude: Ginger Trill]
Uh huh
I’ma keep it real, you know?
Trust me, it’s never too late
I’ma keep it real
I know somebody gotta relate
(I like what I like, you know?) Yeah
(I write what I like)
(Trill Gang)
[Verse 2: Ginger Trill]
Whether you, dribble or rap
Metaphors and riddle your way out of the slums, brother, may the source be with you
We seen what happened to Forbes, pray the Lord protect you
From the evils and the weapons that are formed against you, may they backfire
Gotta reinforce your temple with the spirit
RIP to all the lost potential
There’s a war goin’ on outside, it’s a sign of the times
Be wary of prophets with false credentials
‘Cause the devil is a fraud
I speak truth to power like a rebel with a cause
We made in God’s image but we definitely flawed
Forgetting who we are
We got it out the mud then we took it to the stars
We started from the bottom but we bet against the odds
We shuffling the cards
This lil thing of ours, man
This lil thing of ours
Look at where we are (Uh)
You can wrestle with the message
Don’t shoot the messenger in essence he’s just a vessel
A fluid reflection of the youth
Where they headed and they views et cetera
The proof, has been embedded in the music
Melodies and poof – it’s like magic
Why I’m top 5, I plucked the highs backwards
Counterclockwise and dropped timeless classics
For the love of the game, gotta kill everything
That’s a crime of passion, Trill
