Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Militant Man, artist - Trapo. Album song Oil Change, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Trapo
Song language: English
Militant Man |
I’m like, almost, almost, almost out of weed, but like |
Maybe that’s a good thing |
Probably should be sober for this one |
Hahaha |
Ayy cut the fan and shit off |
This is my, this is like the, I don’t know like |
The message track or some shit, the postive |
I don’t know, um |
Militant man, we all want to be brave |
We all want to be someone that we can’t |
Forced to be who we are |
'Til you’re dead in the grave |
The grave, yeah |
Forced to ride in the car |
That I wish I could roll in |
Forced to live 'til tomorrow |
Forced to make it to Monday |
Forced to be who we are |
(Forced to be who we are |
Forced to be who we are, all the time) |
What I need to prove right now? |
When everybody dead, everybody dyin' |
Everybody victim to they mind |
Sayin' jump, blood stains on the ground |
What I need to prove right now? |
They’ll make me (militant), we’ll make me (militant), I’ll make me |
What I need to prove right now? |
When everybody dead (with everybody dyin') |
Militant man, we all want to be brave |
We all want to be someone that we can’t |
Forced to be who we are |
'Til you’re dead in the grave |
The grave, yeah |
Still walkin' like militants, talkin' like banishment |
Flexin' our innocence, my sentence still the same |
Mary jane, stickin' to every thread in my jeans |
Scan then refresh the page |
My Twitter read genocide, forty million dollar slaves |
And those who 'member me on the pavement |
For militants and racists |
And the job I acquired come with stipulation |
Dream answers renovated |
Out shoppin' without the paper get dangerous |
Don’t like when them J’s is |
Stolen, but you rock 'em like you bought 'em on vacation |
Only 'cause you won it in a lotto |
Family taught you greet him, if he force it, we can flap him |
I’ma dress that bitch for problem, I’ll endorse it, niggas wildin' |
We ain’t go to college, we ain’t get the job |
We just clockin' coppers, we just know how to survive |
Lessons taught from the flawed |
No laws, but follow our own methods |
Leadin' you to a deathbed, bad decisions |
Well granny was a diabetic, daddy was a diabetic |
So much bloodshed, we pray it never pass down |
We just readin' scriptures |
Taking pictures with a fan and switchin' vixens |
Eat so I don’t feel the liquor when I pass out |
Forget the light, perception’s just a twisted |
Have my spirit refurnished with holy water and burn at the smoky altar |
Them sands reek of nostolgia |
Militant man, we all want to be brave |
We all want to be someone that we can’t |
Forced to be who we are |
'Til you’re dead in the grave |
The grave, yeah |
Hope I don’t get caught up |
Tryna be the bigger man |
Extend my hand when I should’ve extended lead |
Shoot and leave bended legs in the room, uh |
Starin' at the wall, uh |
Contemplating ways to get nickels for my thoughts, uh |
Trouble on my mind, almost everything is dark |
The grave |