Dynamite (Blow Up) (prod. Taylor Michael)

Текст песни Young Gully - Dynamite (Blow Up) (prod. Taylor Michael)

[Verse 1: Young Gully]
I give no trust to the bible's lies, so fuck who you idolize
Some of us stay in the dark, and some of us become fireflies
What happened to sunshine? I'm looking for brighter skies
You in it for fame well I'm in this shit for a higher prize
A product of pain, sick of the bottom, its time to rise
The drama's insane, tell me how long can I hide the cries
Rappers glorify the life I live, that's what I despise
That's going to be the shit that slowly bring me to my demise
Staring at my own tombstone, where hatred and gloom roams
In prison and hell, calling our father from dooms-fall
It ain't right, like two wrongs I label this zoo home
Don't care if you feel me, I'm only making my views known
No need to be loud, lets keep our voices at room-tone
I'm sick with this world, ain't no more turning the news on
If you dont want problems do like a ship nigga, cruise on
Cause if you take a loss over your lip ain't no ?
[Hook: Young Gully]
So I can blow up, ha blow up, they dont want to see me blow up
Well uhh, boom! boom! (x2)

[Verse 2: Young Gully]
I come from where careless casualties constantly fuel the devils fury
If losing hope is the antidote then don't ever cure me
Im guessing dead in a box is what fools expect to lure me
How you judging me but won't criticize who elect the jury?
I hate these motherfuckers, I hate them all
If they were playing for my team then I would trade them all
Came from the gravel, I was born inside a craters wall
Reppin' for the cracks and the crevices nigga, great or small
Ain't no taming me, even in a lions den
These pussies end up selling you lie but I ain't buying in
Well by god I've cried for hours and then I cried again
Snakes ain't loyal but they do know how to bite a hand
Tryna send me down as if i ain't got a right to stand
Make a nigga wanna pull a Nero and ignite the land
Might not be a hero but I lead because I'm a righteous man
No disrespect but I ain't trying to live my life a fake

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Gully]
If ain't no passion in this tale then that's not a story
I got to see it to believe it, who gon' spot it for me
Most of the shit that I say is labeled derogatory
? bless y'all though I wonder does my God adore me
Someday you'll make it to the top, that's what my momma swore me
My coldest scars came from when my closest partners tore me
Lord, when will this choir sing a happy song
We live and then die, first we here and in a snap we gone
Its consequences and popping pistols and hopping fences
And not to mention the blood that trickles from opposition
No proposition can stop the killing, that's not convincing
The bullshit people dread to hear is what got them listening
To every word that I tell them therefore with Pac's permission
I take the eyes off him, i might get shot for bitching
You can quote me on this shit, that's what I'll never do
So fuck a pope, fuck a priest, fuck a reverend too
[Hook]

(boom)