Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Native Son, artist - Gramatik. Album song Epigram: Deluxe Edition, in the genre ЛаунджDate of issue: 13.12.2016
Record label: Lowtemp
Song language: English
Native Son |
| Oooh |
| Oh yeah, oh (yeah) |
| Talk to me, yo |
| Let’s hit it |
| Silently, I’m going tip toe around you |
| Silently, I walk past your mama’s door |
| Silently, only trick my absent father |
| Talk to me as you walked on out the door |
| Violently, I spent my youth routinely |
| Violently, innocence was torn away |
| Violently, I suppressed all I was feelin' |
| Finally, men took me away |
| I’ve been steppin' lightly through it all |
| Ever hearin' anybody’s call, yeah (that's real) |
| I’ve been steppin' lightly through it all (keep it moving family) |
| Never hearing anybody’s call, yeah (that shit is official) |
| All I got to say (they need some food, love) |
| I got you kid |
| Yo, nothin' to lose, mentality is beastly |
| Raised amongst the most ferocious, life wasn’t easy |
| Slingin' them stones, bangin' 'em close 'cuz nobody cares |
| Neither did I 'cause my father left me to fry |
| In this hell of a world with stray bullets to snipe you |
| Generals look for soldiers with heart so they can stripe you |
| Dirty dope fiends that’s evil, they got the needle twitch |
| Veins are polluted dozin' off of that fix |
| Matilda' nephew Lovell, he turned states on this kingpin kid |
| A couple of months back |
| She ain’t seen him since |
| I guess he caught a bad deal |
| He grew up to follow the code |
| But once that code is broken |
| That’s the end |
| Good riddance |
| Them killers, they came and lynched him |
| They stopped his cash flow |
| No ifs and or buts, gotta go |
| He got what he deserved |
| If it was me I would have clipped his whole family, understand me? |
| (That's real son) |
| I’ve been steppin' lightly through it all |
| Never hearin' anybody’s call, yeah (that's real) |
| I’ve been steppin' lightly through it all, yeah (smooth as one lane) |
| Never hearing anybody’s call, yeah |
| (Ey yo Chef, what’s up my nigga?) |
| Life is a hussle, the struggle is all real |
| When there’s nothin' in the kitchen to eat you gotta kill |
| Am I wrong for that? |
| My family gotta eat by any means |
| Which means if I got a spray this machine |
| And body-bag somthin' |
| Toe-tag somethin' |
| Creep thru the hood silently |
| And spaz on 'em, without a warning |
| It’s like that, my rank is official |
| Pearl-handed pistols |
| I’m serious business |
| And strictly, who got an issue? |
| I need that duffle bag action |
| So I could transform the poverty ways into the main attraction |
| But yo, life will throw you all kinds of situations |
| It’s a full time job tryin' to dodge incarceration |
| Blow somethin' heavy, keep my thoughts circulating |
| 'Cause what I’m contemplating, is really premeditated redrum |
| Don’t blame my for my actions, blame my environment |
| That I’m a product of owning my |
| , you hear me |
| My innocence was snatched early |
| So fear don’t live here |
| All I got is my word and pride |
| And who swallow that for nothin'? |
| So take it in blood, end of discussion |
| Trust me |