Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Decisions, artist - Markis Precise
Date of issue: 07.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Decisions |
That’s what I’m talking about |
This is what I’m talk-- This is hip-hop |
Locksmith in the buildling |
I told y’all |
I got you stuck off the realness |
I spit nothing but street |
Step to this, you’re good as gone, word is bond |
'Cause I don’t need gimmicks |
I got you stuck off the realness |
You better ask somebody |
Word is bond, I go on and on |
Locksmith |
Look |
Young fella, umbrella |
Locked in his closet so the rain comes hella |
Harsher than expected, neglected, he’s got a chipped shoulder |
His big brother is locked up and he’s not sober |
Started smoking at age ten, sipping at thirteen |
It’s hard to admit, but he’s a hurt teen |
He’s hurting but he buries it in aggression |
He started rapping, that’s the natural progression |
It’s more about the melodies and less about the lyrics |
The content, drug, money, and bitches |
The flow never switches, the beat never falters |
He’s got a passion like the preacher at the altar |
Stealing from his mother, she barely pays the rent |
And the church wanna take ten percent? |
Community division, and now he’s faced with decisions, yeah |
From the womb to the tomb |
Cradle to the grave, we sing along and pray |
From the street to the pavement |
Block to the burrow, nothing is that thorough |
From the womb to the tomb |
Cradle to the grave, we sing along and pray |
From block to the burrow, ain’t nothing now thorough |
Now he’s running the street with his feet planted firmly |
On the pavement, every day in engagement |
With a rival turf, he’s searching to find a lick |
Steady dropping songs, hoping one can stick |
Hoping one’s a hit so he’s flooding his SoundCloud |
Purple drank and dank sprinkles his sound now |
Straight from the medicine bottle |
'Cause he’s living with his girl so they constantly squabble |
From the trap to the lab, then back to the trap |
He’s hustling, but he tells everybody he raps |
And he only sells pills so he can pay the bills |
Plus he’s dealing with all of his family’s ills |
And it’s still not enough where he can afford pampers |
And pay for studio time, what’s the answer |
And his little girl is growing, not to mention |
So he’s faced with decision, yeah |
From the womb to the tomb |
Cradle to the grave, we sing along and pray |
From the street to the pavement |
Block to the burrow, nothing is that thorough |
From the womb to the tomb |
Cradle to the grave, we sing along and pray |
From block to the burrow, ain’t nothing now thorough |
I got you stuck off the realness |
I spit nothing but street |
The time is now for me to shine |
'Cause I don’t need gimmicks |
I got you stuck off the realness |
Step to this, you’re good as gone, word is bond |
So hear me out one time, you gots to be yourself |
Word is bond, I go on and on |