Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Shutters , by - 9th Wonder. Release date: 18.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Shutters |
| Yeah, let the haters hate |
| Got a death wish, probably live 'til I’m 88 |
| Grey dreadlocks and can’t see straight |
| Won’t spit a hot 16 but got a mean 8 |
| Clean slate, new label, new chain still |
| Your favorite rapper ODing on his pain pills |
| You motherfuckers can’t eat what you can’t kill |
| Seventh level of heaven where the saints chill |
| Spilling holy water filling up the gutter lane |
| Blasphemy you calling out the God by any other name |
| I’m Clubber Lang with a Hogan 'stache |
| I’m Mr. Pink making moves with the stolen cash |
| Buy the bar in South Dakota then I dip out |
| Rolling with a fly native chick, she pull my dick out |
| Sippin on a thick stout, shitting on the IPAs |
| My niggas know I lived the dream even if I die today |
| When raps come off the brain |
| It’s like I’m on promethazine |
| Never leaning though because I’m gon to |
| Bring the pain like Method Man |
| Working out up in the rain |
| Since back then with kool aid stains |
| But these kool aid stain these days is very hard to clean |
| Brothers is getting slain so I’m dying to live |
| Over here trying to complain about the flaws in my gift |
| You know my raps are present, the old sold is very pleasant |
| Saying Time Is Money? |
| Well Honey my time is well spent |
| No Rollie but I feel like I’m straight ballin |
| Feel like I’m on top, impossible for me to fall in |
| But listen you know anything can happen at this moment |
| From the souls that get took’n from the hearts that get broken |
| To the night into the morning you know I got to shine |
| If you can’t read these lines you better read between the lines |
| Mama taught me men should not gossip but count profit |
| Your gift makes your stocks high just like sock stockings |
| The last prophet, young insane knowledge |
| Never went to college my lineage is the logic |
| Street-driven, far from a dreamer I strap my team up |
| Never let these crackers attack you blanco suprema |
| B.A.D is the name, searching for fame? |
| No |
| Nat Turner gang, you Jamie Fox in Django |
| Strictly for the movie in fact, yeah they studied me |
| My sports got a lot of dress grabbing on them double Ds |
| Walk the streets of LA where they tell them lies of money getting |
| Money getting yeah but most the money getten’s funny getten |
| Hating at a high mars at a low, watch him |
| I ain’t voting for none of these motherfucking Mayors down in Gotham |
| I still get fresher than most, teaching the young |
| Your history ain’t shit, what you learn at school got you dumb |
| Other than science and math, some of that is tainted, ain’t it? |
| We lost our native language and most of it had been painted |
| On walls and pyramid halls, in scrolls that still exist |
| Way older than that shit, ain’t that a bitch? |
| Maxin out on my power, I’m tryna line up with stars |
| Yeah, I could have did some gang bang shit, but that ain’t god |
| Most of my killers need help and knowledge of self to stop em |
| Before they ride around with that chopper and police chop em |
| Our destiny is king and Queen, literally |
| Ain’t no shit you just say on some black power synergy |
| Little wall lucky, peep the scene and I’ma warn ya |
| Before these faggots swarm ya, I be in your corner |
| Yeah they like Harry and Tubman moving the crowd |
| Now watch 'em sellout that bourgeois nigga, say I’m too loud |