Raincoat ft. M.I.A.MARKO Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Yea
Yea
Yea
Ain't after da fame
After what
After da capital
Ain't numb to da pain
Tell you
I'm feeling a way
Smoke it
How I get away
Dis Voice never going away
Repeat to me
What's to take place
It's love for you
But you can't stay
If it's real
Will you go away?
It's still open arm's
Need space
Think my heart getting cold
Still on the road
Was in the back of da
Now we in the front row
Ain't hanging this jacket it up
Better Back it up
I told you
I can't go
Wiping my Sweat , blood , and tears
All over da raincoat
Somebody outta here
Man da yungins
They don't know
Right from wrong shit so real
You couldn't write it in song
Can u keep da tempo up for dis long
I don't know if what I'm thinking
A product of ambition
Product of religion
Product of my living
Fucked up see da symptoms
Product of da system
Too many niggas there
Tumbling down on dis road
Had to keep my focus
Man its way too much niggas
Dats moving bogus
I just keep all my niggas and family wit me
I keep god in my life
My cup runneth over
I was drunk off da hate
Had to get back sober
I was locked in a spot
Now I'm shitting on ya
Guarantee dat da journey
Is neva over
I just kill every beat
Den I'm stepping over
I'm tryna ball
I'm not Delladova
Need me a rollie dat shine
Watch who u fucking over
They could go carry dat pain
For a while
Now niggas creeping on ya
Ain't even know
Dat was from da inside
U wont believe in karma
Till dat shit hitting u
Dead in yo eyes
Ain't after da fame
After what
After da capital
Ain't numb to da pain
Tell you
I'm feeling a way
Smoke it
How I get away
Dis Voice never going away
Repeat to me
What's to take place
It's love for you
But you can't stay
If it's real
Will you go away?
It's still open arm's
Need space
Think my heart getting cold
Still on the road
Was in the back of da
Now we in the front row
Ain't hanging this jacket it up
Better Back it up
I told you
I can't go
Wiping my Sweat , blood , and tears
All over da raincoat
Do whatever it take tho
While we at it
Show em
Why we can't go
Wit no dedication
No you can't grow
Had a talk wit bro
Na he 8'4
Bout to kick every door
Till we in
Renovate
We won't
See it again
Be yaself
Yeen gotta pretend
Talkin many men
50 a piece
Split it wit ya mans
Bands on Bands
Yea
Cut it
Bet she wanna dance
Yea
Gotta suckin
She using no hands
In here
Tell me dat
She got a man
I don't understand
Got so many gone in the wind
No need to pretend
I cry
I can't
Hold it in
Takin so much to the chin
Is it cause of sin
I'll try not to do it again
I'm tryna ball like I'm A.I
This work dat I put in
Goin pay out
Tell me a lie
Ima need ya
To stay out
Da intuition
Got me finding my way out
Better yet
Ball like I'm 8
All dat complaining
When food on ya plate
Gramma saying grace
I'm cookin
And I put
Da pray on da plate
Ain't after da fame
After what
After da capital
Ain't numb to da pain
Tell you
I'm feeling a way
Smoke it
How I get away
Da Voice
Never going away
Repeat to me
What's to take place
It's love for you
But you can't stay