kalmi - godbless lyrics
[verse 1 : tre ess]
no satisfaction or a closure
selling dreams, these promoters be calling it exposure
like hold up, you really think an artist never eats?
spiritual beings, channeling melodies and beats?
f-ck all that noise i’m just speaking my truth
stop fronting we ain’t got the same needs as you
oh you got a family? well i got too
worked hard for your spot? mothaf-cka me to!
back the f-ck up! we good
organic, stayed true
you won’t see no dhh -ssociated with the ess
dressing to impress then boy you running with the rest
rappers chasing trends ain’t no debating who the best
godbless!
i be on my own sh-t
better off than hugging nuts and f-cking with the wrong clique
maybe i talk too much
i know i walk enough
these dogs don’t bite unless we talking drums
i mean it’s evident i’ve been ahead of the curve
your best sh-t ain’t better than my worst
i don’t steal type beats just to vomit a verse
you ain’t started from the bottom, doing open mics in bandra
this ain’t poetry, it’s mockery
of every rapper grinding hard
couldn’t even get my feet wet in your deep thoughts
fishing into shallow drains, now they call it rupi kaur
devil is alive, no matter what clothes he got on
if i had a dollar for every upper cl-ss fool
talking about the struggle, i’d be swimming in my cash flow
pool full of liquor and i dive, in it
all of my idols died young, careless
[verse 2 : tienas]
tell me how long we gotta wait now
soundcheck’s was 6 its eight now
sitting here from 2 hours great wow
telling me you’re sorry but would you have the
same patience if i was the who was late now?
ya’ll would given me weird looks like i got shaved brows
me and my boys are outta here any moment nufacka better show us the way out
f-ck you and your family, your nanna and your nanny, this sh-t is way uncanny
k!ll yourself with a pack of xannies and some brandy, give me the paper like it’s origami
so better don’t show me your glad, cuz i’m more than what you booked me for
i might just shut the sh-t down as an opening act, the chip is gonna be where the shoulder is at
f-ck your main act, cuz we all know that i’m doper than that
he just loud and he’s up in cut, better don’t p-ss me off cuz i might just call my manager to f-cking f-ck ya’ll up
i don’t give a f-ck, i might just get naked on the stage and do a bad show on purpose
sitting in the back of a cop car like it was worth it
i’ma mock out, anyone of you motherf-ckers, and i don’t care about getting booked again like a drop out
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