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inwintr - holy lyrics

b+b+bullet through his head, make that boy holy
boutta roll up i ain’t talkin’ bout poly
we don’t give a f+ck ‘bout the opps or the police
she want me so bad but she cannot control me
i ran up the racks, i think i need a trophy
i got a white b+tch, and i think her name sophie
can’t trust these ni+++s i know they gon’ hoe me
did it my own way i can’t let ‘em hold me
heater on me gotta make sure i’m scolding
i gotta keep going i gotta keep growing
they liking my music they say i be floating
protecting my brothers like i was a goalie
don’t say it’s for life, yeah you gotta show me
had nowhere to go i was stuck by my lonеly

i’m with my brothers i don’t need no friends
i really don’t carе about you and yo mans
tryna get to the racks tryna get to the bands
tryna cook in the stu not talkin’ pots or pans
these ni+++s be sweaty like look at yo glands
i put in the work you can look at my hands
i was down bad i was stuck in a jam
i had to get out, i had to make a plan
they took my last hope, and they went and ran
i know its people that believe in me
it’s so many nights can’t get no sleep
it’s some new bullsh+t, its a new week
but i can’t go out sad i can’t be weak
it’s so many nights where my momma had weeped
can’t wait til i’m up i can finally sleep
imma be on my grain trust and believe
so much gas in the tank i can’t be on e
too much money out here i can’t never stop
imma remember them days when my mike had a sock
if you don’t like me i really do get it
some of the sh+t i say not for you b+tches
but i don’t understand why you gonna hate on me, like what the f+ck bro i’m just tryna get rich
and i’m tryna get cold
i’m tryna get cold i ain’t talking bout risk
that ni+++ talk sh+t put his face to my face
gotta move smart gotta move in a blitz
…

(ah, f+ck)
ok lil’ ni+++ let’s go to the truth
how you folded on me i would not fold on you
in the all black coupe, boy i feel like bruce
and these n+ggas gon’ fold for a little bit of juice
and the truth ain’t really for the faint of heart
tryna race to the racks lil’ boy lets start
i was stuck all alone i was stuck in the dark
i do this for the people i love making art
(i do this for the people i love making art)

- inwintr lyrics

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