Lyrics WILDLINGS - Tobe Nwigwe, Duckwrth

WILDLINGS

Cory Mo\nOoh, yeah\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah yeah\nThis song is for the wildlings without a crown\n'Cause where we from you cannot come up till you get down\nYou know when we see twelve we gon' get downed, so don’t make a sound (silence)\nNow bring it back around\nLook\nFlow sick hospital every time I bust a riddle\nYou should feel like getting down (get down)\nMove ya feet just a little, get to acting like a pistol\nStarted busting on the ground (get down)\nYou know I’m straight up out the lief, better watch how you speak\nReal Gs don’t chatter\nFrom Bissonnet to Club Creek, if you loose with ya teeth\nGlass jaws get shattered, ouch\nBut it don’t matter, every hood the same\nIt’s all a platter of disaster made\nBy hopeless bastards that been trapped in chains\nWho grew up backwards and attached to pain\nOoh, ouch\nBut it’s involuntary\nThe root of evil ain’t necessarily monetary\nMy patnas tell me I’m blessed to carry the commentary\nForward to the masses that never walk past the monastery, ooh\nHoly flow, but you know me though\nAlways weary of the coons and the okie doke\nShout out to modern luxury for editorials\nThat show that we smashing the fashion, the bars, and the choreo, ooh\nThis song is for the wildlings without a crown (get down)\n'Cause where we from you cannot come up till you get down\nYou know when we see twelve we gon' get downed, so don’t make a sound (silence)\nNow bring it back around\nThey said they had enough, we doo too much\nHomie I say bring it back\nI used to keep the afro puffed but now it’s tucked\nBut really I should bring it back\nWe, we was there black on black, shades and gats\nAnd homie I say bring it back\n'Cause when the crackers start creeping like a thief or a demon\nLike it’s really hunting season, you’ll be looking for the strap\nI brought that back, now I bring it forward\nI’m young and I’m black and I feel enormous\nLike a dragon in a cave laying calm and dormant\nTobe asked me for the fire, almost burnt the forest\nAnd from them ashes I saw greatness forming\nLike a new black Wall Street, great and gorgeous\nSo keep your eyes open for the twelve informants\nThey gon' try to infiltrate but we gon' get it regardless\nAnd if it ain’t big I don’t comprehend\nBig and bold, baby, I don’t blend\nBlack is God, that ain’t no trend\nYou look for the answer, take a look at my skin\nOn God\nThis song is for the wildlings without a crown (get down)\n'Cause where we from you cannot come up till you get down\nYou know when we see twelve we gon' get downed, so don’t make a sound (silence)\nNow bring it back around\nFather, can You hear me?\nGun shots rang while I’m down on my knees\nCouple bullets came near me\nOr did I pick a bad time, maybe I should call back\nSignal mighty busy\nOperator operating on caller number nine\nCan’t stop the bleeding\nOh man, what is y’all eating?\nBaby still teething\nCheck ain’t came in, job ain’t call back\nSo I’m back to thieving\nStimulus bounced back, can’t even count that\nI’ma hit a lick, one thing I achieve in\nI’ma get the A+, heard about the cash register\nDown the street, you and I, we can lean in\nThat’s some unity you and I can believe in\nYou can hold the spray if it’s foul get to squeezing\nTickle of the trigger, let the thang get to sneezing\nMoment of silence, I think he stopped breathing\nIt ain’t hard to do dirt\nWhen you fresh out the mud\nYou know the devil gon' lurk\nBetter keep a couple slugs\nIt ain’t hard to do dirt\nWhen you fresh out the mud\nYou know the devil gon' lurk\nBetter keep a couple slugs\nLook\nWe got problems, we got pain\nAt the end of the day, it’s all the same\nThey say you go the farthest when you try your hardest\nNot to refrain (from getting down)\nThis song is for the wildlings without a crown (get down)\n'Cause where we from you cannot come up till you get down\nYou know when we see twelve we gon' get downed, so don’t make a sound (silence)\nNow bring it back around