| You a dead mothafucka
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| Let me tell you somethin', get ready mothafucka
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| Because the day of reckoning is coming
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| In this Cold World
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| Ain’t no pun intended to J. Cole
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| But wage war to win that can make a nigga complacent
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| Keep the movement goin' or continue wishin' like changed thoughts
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| Thought up a corporation to combat media stations
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| Stay calm, emotions will break nigga from stayin' strong
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| Still figurin' out the pace to walk around these land bombs
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| Takin' charge, battery power to put the flame sword
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| Torturin' up whoever gon' stand in front of the savior
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| Rectifying everything niggas be having caged up
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| Open up the door to perception in different layers
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| Makin' critical thinkers from children stuck in there ways huh
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| Inflatin' niggas ego who shriveled up like they rais-uhns
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| You need your ego to walk on this earth
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| God equipped you with everything that you needed since given birth
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| You ain’t got nothing inside of your makeup that shit ain’t work
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| In this world niggas is born with their names all on a hearse
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| I’m moving just like the pope
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| Evolve with the faster growth
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| They livin' like animals
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| But masters don’t bang with those
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| I’m focus on packin' these shows
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| And building infinite capital
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| Instead of thinkin' about catchin' hoes im figurin' out ways to wrap the globe
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| Around my fingers. |
| Keep the god away from all these sinners
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| I’m a little different niggas be wonderin' why im distant
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| Cause the goat a finna be the one person that gon' be snitchin'
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| So i keep my eyes open and guard the circle of winners
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| My niggas know
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| Heaven inside your soul
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| Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
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| I just oppose all the glitter and gold
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| Will make a nigga think that he livin' til he expose
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| My niggas know
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| Heaven inside your soul
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| Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
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| I just oppose all the glitter and gold
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| Will make a nigga think that he livin' til he expose
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| Step up and confine walls
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| Shout out to yola
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| Doe though sometimes i feel the same, right here and out doors
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| Praises to the up most
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| Only pray, when pain is up close
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| Every generation, ain’t no patience, it’s just gun smoke
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| We oxymorons because we dumb woke
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| Crispen up the fronto
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| Don’t need no other drug dose, we done those
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| She done doe, AK can switch it up and niggas want more
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| Like car shows. |
| My flow accels, propel above your Bronco
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| Mayatose, I’m always about my cheddar like I’m Donatello
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| Even better spendin' no pretenders that ain’t in my blend’in
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| Contender heads get severed no one stoppin' my endeavors
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| Gotta watch the snakes they slither, summer nights get cold like winter
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| Get up off me nigga, it’s bad enough to cross me
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| I’m mutant offspring and your ex-man be an offerin'
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| She get exhaust, still the freshest ya’ll niggas Carltons
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| Ya’ll do the wrong thing, Spike Lee, he never talkin'
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| To be haunting trap my body can’t steal my mind
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| Beat the signs, know we golly how we design
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| Only we define our reality through our minds
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| I don’t feed off lies, GMO’s can end your life
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| But I’m a Gemini I come back twice
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| I’m just like christ
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| My conscious took a one night trip
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| I bring you light
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| You wife a bitch i one night with
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| Your brain ain’t right
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| Sometimes you gotta feel the pain to know what’s nice, uh
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| My niggas know
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| Heaven inside your soul
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| Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
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| I just oppose all the glitter and gold
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| Will make a nigga think that he livin' til he expose
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| My niggas know
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| Heaven inside your soul
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| Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
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| I just oppose all the glitter and gold
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| Will make a nigga think that he livin' til he expose |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotham Nights, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Renaissance, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп