Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spar, artist - Dreezy. Date of issue: 15.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spar |
| Aye mayne, I like the depth of this song, ya know what I’m sayin' |
| Not the death of the song but the D-E-P-T-H of the song |
| Ya feel me, the complexity and shit |
| I like the topic |
| Kodak Black man |
| Look my word is bond as fuck |
| My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us |
| They disregarding us, and if I go to DC, I’m tryna spar with Trump |
| I’m not a politician, just can’t ignore the stuff |
| This really just a free verse, I put my life in reverse |
| I dug up out my old pain and put it on a t-shirt |
| So many sides to this shit, not here for the popular shit |
| Your own people will ask, «When you gon' 'Pac for this shit» |
| Before I die, I’ma teach, I light a blunt then I preach |
| Ain’t no facade you can see, that I can only be me |
| I got a daughter to raise, one day she gon' be a queen |
| I’m tryna get shit together, so she can have anything |
| My word is bond as fuck |
| My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us |
| They disregarding us, and if I go to DC, I’m tryna spar with Trump |
| I ain’t a politician, just can’t ignore the stuff |
| I take this life how it come |
| Got heart but still won’t show love |
| If I tell people where I’m from, they might think I gotta gun |
| Got J’s that’s still in the box |
| No tax or bands on my ones |
| I took my feelings out this shit and put my trust in my funds |
| Tat my dead homie on my sleeve |
| Don’t need glasses, see what I see |
| Told me at ten, what I wasn’t gon' be |
| Nigga ain’t make the league, so we turn to the streets |
| Cops wanna blast 'fore they see ya I. D |
| Might do the race 'fore a nigga catch me |
| Damn if it be another R.I.P |
| It’s a black/white world but I only see green |
| Killers gettin' off innocent, when the clip showin' that he did the shit |
| Try to talk and they ain’t listenin' but they’ll point it out if you get |
| ignorant |
| Fuck with you if you a benefit |
| That’s why I pay off cash at the dealership |
| But I got money stashed for the bail and shit |
| But I’ma write it off, good penmanship |
| Can’t say we representing when half the office White Supremacist |
| This can’t be, «Land of the free» |
| If kneeling might cost your position |
| I’m supposed to respect the system |
| They call our brothers, «Sons of bitches» |
| And when my Unc' came home from prison |
| For the same shit y’all tried to turn into a business |
| Take our culture, our blueprint |
| Pay the knockoff to come model us |
| Hurricanes come and swallow us |
| Opp niggas tryna put the dot on us |
| We pourin' Henny, cause we all bottled up |
| Granny said, «Scratch ya lottos up» |
| But the bible says it goes full circle |
| I’ma tryna find me a good purpose |
| My word is bond as fuck |
| My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us |
| They disregarding us, and if I go to DC, I’m tryna spar with Trump |
| I’m not a politician, you can’t ignore the stuff |
| Ain’t old enough to hit the club to fill my cup with rum |
| But I can go die in the army or go to war for them |
| Ain’t old enough for marijuana cigars, spark my blunt |
| But old enough to spend my life behind bars, that dumb |
| Told magazines that got me in articles |
| When I’m in Washington DC, I’m doing fraud n' stuff |
| Ain’t worried bout Donald Trump |
| Ain’t worried bout seeing no monuments |
| These people got weather control |
| Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from? |
| The weather ain’t got no name |
| Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from? |
| These people control the rain, these people be diggin' bonkers up |
| But they only got 2 more years of slavery to do harm to us |
| I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I’m the one who fought for us |
| I was in the clubs and 6th grade, fightin' the adults and stuff |
| Feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I’m the one who fought for us |
| Ever since the 6th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us |
| Ever since the 10th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us |
| So I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I’m the one who fought for us yeah |
| I fought for us, nigga I die for us, nigga I risk my life for us |
| I risk my life for us nigga and I’ll die for us nigga |