Lyrics REVOLVER - Lil Darkie

REVOLVER

If you ain’t fucking with my vision
Then act like I don’t exist
If you ain’t riding with me nigga
Get rocking that’s what he kicks
Because I’m tired of disloyalty
And bitch shit
I’m tired of the misfits
And what else?
I’ll list it
I hate niggas that dissing but wont
Make the diss explicit
I hate when niggas switching
Playing sides you complicit
I hate when niggas don’t know something
Wrong cuz you ain’t pissed yet
Cuz you ain’t said you hate when niggas
Quiet like some crickets
Insects
Crush em up and eat em with some butter
On some biscuits
My fist gets
Harder when I grip to
Sit through
Another fucking day of playing shit cool
Fuck that
I hope the fucking planet suck the guts
Out of my nut sack
I’ll buss back
And you can fucking trust that
I’ll hit you
Right in yo fucking neck
'N let you lay inside a piss pool
Cuz there ain’t nothing worse than
Treated badly by your brother
Kinda anger make me wanna see
Another in a gutter
Kinda anger make me blind and
Make me think an awful thought
Was never taught how to forgive
Or maybe I had just forgot
Why the people that’s supposed to
Have you back is turning opps
Kinda anger make me wanna murder
Every single cop
With a shotgun
Pull up and I pop one
Pull up and I pop two
Now they’ve fucking shot you
So let it stay a thought then
The kinda one that dropped in
The kinda one I put inside a song
That I can bop ten times
Until I stop caring
About the fact that underneath it all
There’s nothing solid to hold on to
Like you want to
And when I’m dreaming I feel better
Then I do when I’m awake
How I’mma dream some realer people
Than the ones that living when they
Really fake
Like actually
I do this rapping casually
Distract me from my dying
And trying to feel my innocence
Again and it’s impacting me positively
And in a sense I guess
It is the cause of anxiety
When people got pairs of cents
They wanna give too
Distribute
Opinions bout the art
But I ain’t like the other
Rappers you listen to
This music is a painting
With emphasis on the pain
It’s not to entertain
It’s the noises inside my brain
And I pray that you understand
And I’m sorry I’m so aggressive
If I had a hundred bands I’d invest it
Into my message
That race is fake
And people equal but don’t wanna be
It’s all because of greed and
How we structure our economy
I’m so depressed
I’ve had this liquor in my chest like every day
Cuz I ain’t been feeling the best
A mixed race faggot boy that rap and
Ain’t black but his goddess is
I pray that kali ma descend
On la bring apocalypse