Rough Land ft. Risha Mills Lyrics

Shoutout to the motherland, hammer in the other hand

Sickle to klan that loves guns more than their own fam

Shoutout to the closest friends, keep the circle tight, my lens

Fighting with spite that all the leeches gave me

Fighting with a noisy mind, walking like a righteous man

On this journey, rough ass land, soil drying, poof, it's sand

Panoramic view of my head drying tears through the roots of my lids

Shit I'm moving up the hills again

Crying so can reflect on when I cracked a grin

Add a zero to a ten, stupid niggas take offense

Medicate cause my soul need a rinse

Paining aching to through my veins, praying on my fucking shins

You need the waves cause you drowning what fends

Pick you mental up cause the world against

Niggas with some sense, bitch, fuck your ignorance

Push them all to the fence and barricade the truth again

Seventeen, I'm depressed with no slit wrist

Niggas always hating In my face, I ain't Chris

Bunnies wanna date cause they (shhh) want mixed kids

Get your ass used if you ain't walking with no sense

Ever since a kid I've been a wise old witness

Now I'm smoking spliffs every time I feel shifted

Musically I'm gifted, honestly I meant it if I came off bitter to your friends, all of y'all are bitches

Yeah, I like my POC I be dippin

Sistas never fail they be the only ones lifting

Shivering with aches cuz my mind always fixated

Shivering with aches cuz my mind always fixated

I'm out, nigga