Lyrics Stand for Something - Blunted Beatz, Micah Xavier Jones, Blunted Beatz, Micah Xavier Jones

Stand for Something

You better stand for something or you die in a second
You better count your blessings if you run with a weapon
You better say a prayer and hope that God can protect you
If ever the reaper come that time that you ain’t expecting
I’m never scared, Im cautious Lord
Cause niggas be plotting
I’m often James Harden strapped, I ran with the rockets
I’m talking Mossberg pump for robbers and vultures
Them niggas set you up when it’s supposed to be kosher
I’m setting up like ladder rungs and calm as aderol and out of funds
For now am just glad am one with myself
Shit I done fucked around and had a son
So Ima do this shit for him in fact something
Matter of fact am finna react like chemical criminals mind-state
Look at the crime rate, killing you niggas am giving you my pain,
giving you my life, giving you my name
You gatta be feeling my now wait, there’s more
Oh Lord what it be like, help me see the snakes
Help me see the gentle-hearted, help me see the fakes
Help me see the fuckboys, help me see the jakes
Help me see a billion if you willing and I thank You for every second
Ama make it if takes sleeping in this vocal booth with no food or a blan-ket
Oh shit damm its getting cold
Cause when you think the story told there’s more
You better stand for something or you killing for nothin
You better have a reason for that squeezer you busting
You better dodge the cops cause if they see you, they cuffing
You never see them coming now you wheezing and huffing
You try to run, the sheriff puts the gun to his shoulder
You should’ve listened to your mama, thinking you older
You more than fucked up, your lucks up, its over, totaled, ground, shook,
supernova
Over time I hope that we can grow and change
And growing pains for us was more than Alan Thicke
I ain’t playing when I say am on flames stay in your lane
Or witness murder in the first degree for saying my name
But I ain’t trying to end up like the story I told
The police shoot a nigga down and watch the story unfold
The furious soul of Sean Bell speaks in my flow
Am leaving the door open so the people can go in
Oh Lord what it be like, help me see the snakes
Help me see the gentle-hearted, help me see the fakes
Help me see the fuckboys, help me see the jakes
Help me see a billion if you willing and I thank You for every second
Ama make it if takes sleeping in this vocal booth with no food or a blanket
Oh shit damm its getting cold
Cause when you think the story told there’s more
Recognise my life and my story
Recognise my fight and my glory
Recognise my pain and hope for me
Go for me take a stand and vote for me
Oh lordy the politicking be so boring
Til the game on the line and I go Horry
I mean in over time or the 4th quarter
Order in the court, mortar in the booth
Am about to blow, Warning
M. Xavier fool.