Lyrics People - SOL

People

These people loving you
But you ain’t loving nothing
Yeah you always saying something
But you ain’t loving nothing
Yeah
Wake up and I brush my teeth
Pack my shit and fuck in peace
Never take 'em back again
Fuck having these rapper friends
I’mma run around the track and take over the map again
Money changes everything, believe me I know firsthand
Best friends, lost them, still I’m on my working man
Feed me life or give me death, leave me right where I stand
Leaning on a mic stand, something like the crucifix
Sacrificed it all for life in the music biz
Lick our thumbs
Chase a thousand dreams
Say the loudest things
Faking like we proud as kings
Almost famous when you break up with your queen
Now you made it and now all these ladies laying in the sheets
But it isn’t enough, the feeling isn’t filling you up
Gun in the glove, breaking hearts while looking for love
Writing your songs, thinking nothing is wrong
Like you ain’t know that you’re not
Like you ain’t noticed that you’re already gone
Okay I know I said I’ve been supported
Got my vision distorted
Out here touring
Making profit but I can’t afford it
The world is spinning, still I’m stuck in a moment
Smoking all my problems 'cuz tomorrow isn’t promised
Probably lost it a long time ago, walking on molly moons
Dancing with stars, you ever wonder who’s watching you
While you trying to fuck Rihanna, like Pac would fuck Madonna
Well I’mma fuck the world with no condom
I’m no father but I’m raising these rappers, raising the bar, blazing paths
Instead of rolling papers, you should go enroll in class
Nothing holding you back, except the focus you lack
There’s so more to this world, than just blowing up and rap
These people love you, that equals power
I see it in the music, if you feel me turn me louder
Am I talking to myself, saying something in the mirror
Put together all my lyrics you might see my picture clearer
Zilla
Sometimes you gotta be alone
That’s why I bring the weed alone
All week long, locked in the studio
Pause for my girl to come home but I ain’t moving on
When you aiming high, everybody fall to the wayside
If I die alone, the blame is mine
I pray to based god, you hear me through the grape vine
'Cuz if not then what I’m living for
My new religion is unimaginal
Every song I perform, some like a diary
White tears for my eyes with the heart in my sleep
This city is lonely on top
I say its sorta' in between
I’ve been dreaming for years
Feel like I talk in my sleep
Sometimes I wake up on stage, bright light in my eyes
I start writing my wrongs and reciting them live