Gothic Rap continues with That'll Be The Day! Support real rap and keep it alive by spreading the word! Follow your shadow to what could be.. -Killa G
That’ll Be The Day:
Addicted to the pain, since the day i was slapped;
Born hooked to the game, dna made of crack;
I was left on the steps of a group home trap;
Where you pray, for a day, that is safe, just to nap;
But No love lose for my mother or my dad;
Really, how can you lose out on love you never had;
I’m always in my feelings, I was left in a bag;
That was left, on the steps, of a drug rehab;
I was born with a name, but that name, changed fast;
Each slave name, given, gives away, daves, past;
Dave, well he was sellin weed, back when he was cuttin class;
Bruce, he was sellin krillz, back when they had colored caps;
Killa, he was poppin off, everytime they dared to laugh;
You, you still mad that your own hood gave me a pass;
And no Shag; R.I.P Arab;
Who hated all you fake niggas too, That’s facts!
HOOK
You killin me, that’ll be the day;
I loved sellin crack, it taught me how to feel more;
I’m the shit G; I got history;
I can feel love, but i can’t feel people;
Even at my end, I’m still gonna win;
That’s right, Money over life;
These dudes out here. all they respect is fear;
I bet you remember that, I aint gonna let it go;
VERSE 2
Let it go; Karma needs to grow;
Keep intentions in the shadows, never let um show;
Brag in your home, but be humble on the road;
Always dress bummy, keep your money on the low;
And I teach these lessons, cus these lessons need told;
If your dad wasn’t there, Uncle Brucey plays the role;
Adopted by the dead, I adapted on the road;
I was Nomad liven, calling no land home;
I was lost at sea, we talking, no land hoe;
Until I got straight to money, I’m the green arrow;
I’m a hero to the hustles, who curse out their customers;
Keep product, so good, they still gonna fuck wit ya;
Only low ball, when you tryin to build a cliental;
And always give a play, every time you make a giant sale;
And always get away or one day, you will die in jail;
And work alone, cus your homies wanna see you fail;
HOOK 2
VERSE 3
What you thought? I would forget?
Theres a reason why, we aint never gonna talk again;
Forgiveness is the trait, of soft gentleman;
Or weak minded men, and I aint never been them;
I mean, fool me once, never fool me again;
If we aint cool now, than we wasn’t cool then;
Its the same old shit, like we was watching saw 10;
Friends separate, even Rick lost Glen;
I mean,
pipe down dude, what i owe you;
I know you claim to know me, but I don’t know you;
We aint homies, we aint go thru;
You aint never been around like you supposed to;
Never seen that, never watched you in the hood;
Support your own brother and the misunderstood;
You don’t love the victimized, even though, that is you;
You aint never take the time, to put your mind, in other’s shoes;
HOOK 3
VERSE 4
There he go!
That’s not my homie;
That’s a beggin nigga, always askin for a bogie;
Never puts in, always askin for the roachie;
I swipe him on the train, everyday, he still owe me;
That’s the type of dude, you go to the bathroom, he’ll take your spot;
Type to hop the fence, with a backpack, and make it hot;
Type of dude, you send for a dutch, up the block;
Type of dude, who get’s the weed for you, but never cops;
Damn thats fine, just tired of the shit;
You gotta grind to get yours, be a man not a mitch;
You aint never been a man, never handled a grip;
You got a pic on instagram, with your hand on your hip;
So…
