Still Heir Ka
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[Intro]
This by design, man
You supposed to feel this, b
Word
[Hook 2x]
Raised in ruins
Rage is the influence
Sold sins
Still heir, no winds
[Bridge]
Suffering, ain't feel nothing less hurting
Gloom looming and death certain
Found some wait around, some run to it
It's life's line, tight bind, can't undo it
[Verse 1]
Raised in ruins, rage is the influence
Grew in piss, used to wish for a early out
Mourning's rough, wasn't strong enough for world of doubt
When shots blowing, it's the not knowing
If that errant stray land the day you stop growing
Wasn't fufu, used to roaches in the kitchen
Feeling lost, peeling off a notice of eviction
My loved ones hugged jums, moments of addiction
Put it as documented footage, no erroneous depiction
The site's sights was lots and abandoneds
The town's sounds was pops from the cannons
No hopes or notions, it's gritty we learning
Would've swore it was Gomorrah how the city was burning
Took subsidies to cover my mother needs
But a cheese plate can't negate them bloody leaves
This by design, man
You supposed to feel this, b
Word
[Hook 2x]
Raised in ruins
Rage is the influence
Sold sins
Still heir, no winds
[Bridge]
Suffering, ain't feel nothing less hurting
Gloom looming and death certain
Found some wait around, some run to it
It's life's line, tight bind, can't undo it
[Verse 1]
Raised in ruins, rage is the influence
Grew in piss, used to wish for a early out
Mourning's rough, wasn't strong enough for world of doubt
When shots blowing, it's the not knowing
If that errant stray land the day you stop growing
Wasn't fufu, used to roaches in the kitchen
Feeling lost, peeling off a notice of eviction
My loved ones hugged jums, moments of addiction
Put it as documented footage, no erroneous depiction
The site's sights was lots and abandoneds
The town's sounds was pops from the cannons
No hopes or notions, it's gritty we learning
Would've swore it was Gomorrah how the city was burning
Took subsidies to cover my mother needs
But a cheese plate can't negate them bloody leaves
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