Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Resilient, artist - Substantial.
Date of issue: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Resilient |
The television say that I’m suppose to be a crook |
The message is the same on every station that I look |
Gonna hide something from me they say put it in a book |
'Cause that’s the last place that a simpleton would look |
But sorry to disappoint, never been to the clink |
Known to kill shit, just not the way that you think |
And not afraid to do just that, I ain’t stupid |
Some get brain then act scared to use it |
That there is foolish |
You’ve got me mistaken |
Got too much love to waste my life hatin' |
Suppose to rhyme about the money I be makin' |
Dessert chef stee, my G, strictly cakin' |
But if I did that then clearly I’d be fakin' |
Instead I rhyme about the difference I be makin' |
Suppose to be a rapper, I’m an MC |
You’d be one too if you knew your history |
We went from toastin', boastin', to loafin' |
Pioneers pissed that they left the door open |
We’re suppose to make them proud. |
I still plan to |
By kicking all these lame men out, Substantial’s |
Suppose to be a quitter and absentee father |
But I figure what’s more precious than my daughter |
Nada! |
Develop her mind so she’s smarter |
And destined to do great things like her father! |
HOOK |
Speak about it |
Then I be about it |
Where would I be without it |
Brilliant! |
Speak about it |
Then I be about it |
Where would I be without it |
Resilient! |
I’m suppose to be homeless |
Slept on the floors of my brothers, no Jonas |
So I… ain’t… thinkin' 'bout opponents |
Went from the couch surfer to an homeowner |
Where I’m from that’s called progress |
I’m the truth indeed I plead no contest |
I’m suppose to be a thief no conscious |
Only stole the show at sold out concerts |
And never sold any kinda |
Contraband to no man. |
No ganja |
Don’t let the locks fool ya, y’all got me twisted |
No sice, no stereotype, no statistic! |
Shape up or ship out in this game |
Take a little off the top, go against the grain |
And keep my cuts bold, refuse to be faded |
But when your green’s light you’re usually jaded |
HOOK |
I’m suppose to be a failure |
But I catch breaks |
Like a breath of fresh air and the snare’s my inhaler |
Brought a brother back when I should’ve been silenced |
I’m suppose to be a victim of gun violence |
Thrice! |
But my spirits defiant |
The earth gave birth to a sun with a vibrant |
Light! |
But my heart should be black |
Overcompensating for everything that I lack |
In fact I’m the polar opposite of that |
But they act like I only play sports and sell crack |
And/Or rap I can be that and much more |
Came a long way though they tried to leave me cut short |
Hard work pays, what I need luck for? |
Guess I was suppose to be scared of a shut door |
Can’t halt my train of thoughts conductor |
Express lines nonstop when tracks cut off |
HOOK |