Da Rant Lyrics by Morray
[Intro]
I still feel you (Need you)
Need you
Time, time
Oh, ooh-oh-ooh-ooh
This shit sound crazy
Everybody gotta freestyle so
Ha, shit, I wanna do it too
Yeah
[Verse]
Uh, demons was angels too
Depends on how the artist choose to paint the view
Even the queen loses patience on a day or two
Even Morray can make mistakes, well, let me name a few
Was runnin' with the wrong crowd, young, dumb, mad loud
Time passed me by when I was sittin' on that green mile
Fightin' on the daily, sad, I had to take Khalif's smile
Niggas I done bled with, would probably let me bleed out
Back when it was all gang, blood in, blood out
It's crazy when your fam change like we ain't even blood now
Niggas actin' bougie on me, we 'posed to be thugged out
Probably tell the feds my name, you probably bugged now
I can't blame that shit on you 'cause that's what fakes do
Hold up, yes, the fuck I can, pussy, I blame you (You)
But three finger back on me 'cause I ain't blame proof
Karma is a cold real bitch and she will bang you
Made some bad decisions, lump of coal is what my gift is
Now I'm wholesome, was a misfit
I was broken, someone fixed it
Sad as fuck, I kinda miss it
Harder shell, you couldn't dent it
Breakin' jaws, you need the dentist
My emotions, lease 'em, rented
Posture up
Dyin' for your gang, who told you posse up?
Choosin' death for one's beliefs, yeah, bitch, that's probably us
But on that fuckin' dyin' part, man, that's where I'm kinda stuck
'Cause nigga, it's your time to go, why the fuck you keep on sayin' us?
One life to live and I plan on livin' (Livin')
For that one life to live, your life plan on givin' (Givin')
Have you shittin' in the bag, boy, nickname him Chittlings (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)
Then I will walk up to athe altar and God for forgiveness
Am I a bad guy for wantin' shit for all I do?
I don't bless shit for free, unless you say, "Achoo"
Never gettin' on a knee, unless I say, "I do"
I'm too high to look down, I got a birds eye view
Moment of quiet, defiant, breakin' the silence
I run the best plays, falcon vision, feel like Matt Ryan
Ball like my last name James, ball like my last name Wade
Fuck it, I ball like Mamba 'cause now I'm mentally sane
Number one, number two, I used to be glad to place
Who am I? Who are you? Pussy, you gon' learn today
Camera phones, niggas bold, scared to do that face to face
Head up, never that, they rather drive by and spray
Every generation come with different expectations
Used to want us all in college, used to want us all to make it
They don't give a fuck about us, seem like everybody famous
If we all rich with money, why the world so damn impatient?
Rushed then
You gon' learn the world cold, Russians
Niggas claimin' they your brothers, actin' more like cousins
Bickin' back, bein' bool, I cannot let cuz in
Played a role and lied to you, date and dime 'cause when
Red dot
That don't mean a headshot
Body tissue
Shake some pounds off a nigga, yeah, he got body issues
I done took a step back from the topic like I forgot the issues
Someone start this shit from the top so all the bars don't miss you
Nas, Biggie, Jay-Z, man, I need that kinda stamp
Tyson, Floyd and Ali, I'm tryna be that kinda champ
Two hundred fifty, soakin' wet, heavy when it's kinda damp
Feelin' like I'm KD 'cause this was just the fuckin' rant (Rant)
[Chorus]
'Cause this was just the fuckin' rant (Rant)
'Cause this was just the fuckin' rant (Rant)
Feelin' like I'm KD (Oh, oh, oh-oh)
'Cause this was just the fuckin' rant
[Outro]
Oh, oh-oh, oh
'Cause this was just the fuckin' rant
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
That's it
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