False Alarms (Remix) ft. SpeciàlK Lyrics

Yo, I feel like it's

It's the time for, y'know what I'm sayin

For us to get in order, like for real

If you don't know who sick, you finna find out real quick, aight?

But for me?

I think I'm too outspoken

I been livin in truth seeing shit as pure golden

Black bull crying in the coldest rooms, ever notice

I mean they got they own focus

Blooming in unfamiliar yards praying that changes just show up

See I been right there at the start of the scene

They don't believe

Yet they don't question Martin said dreams

That's a real sad thing

So what's yo casted votes really saying to the whole team

Except for stress yo self about the wrong green

Meanwhile yo insides are screaming out loud for yo lifetimes, deepest clean

Yet they deaf to the fact of why the chicken heads should sing

Eating everything in the house coated with fried things

Birds singing in kitchens that never received intentions of blessings for what they can bring

Then they wonder why we don't understand or focus on a damn thing

Yeah, it's the principal that makes the bell ring

See I've been yearning for learning til it's my time for me to be the damn King

That's why I traveled back to the Pitts of the 'Burgh

To show my sick ass city what it sounds like to be gatekept from said perks

And flexing what they deem as imperfect

I sacrificed who I was—just to show n tell these unknown bodies what's actually been burning

Similar to that bee word that made me spew out my first curse, that actually worked

"Fuck outta here!"

Stung me 1 time and barely hurt

I stopped swatting, never forgot it, and chose to let em swarm and search

They only get if you dying and trying through a mediocre copied verse

So please for once observe and listen back to what you heard

I was first of the divinest 9, then there came a time

Where parents wasn't telling the truth and left the kids to die

Yet they parents wasn't tellin it too, so now they sick and dying trying to cry

Yet the story only tells you the roots and you won't know how to help my city listening to some outside poof

Cuz the existence of our story only lies in the proof and truth of how you missed the message when we been telling you

I'm from the 4-1-2 (bitch)

From the motherland too