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by Joel Dolo

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In The Morning Remix Was one shot on a shitty mic. I wrote all the rhymes. Props to J. Cole and Drake for dropping a sick track. Lyrics. While I cut tracks till the sun is rising. No money should I spend it in the booth? Compromising. But, as I bleed my soul into 3 minutes. I put my life on the swing so I could rock with it. I'm great at what I do why am I unfit? Why do I live this life when I feel like I'm on permit?*pause* Why haven't I gave up on this yet and called it quits? Cause I love this music thing and son this love is legit.The death of hip-hop and the reaper taking over. Maybe I'll get lucky for once, four leaf clover. I don't speak ebonics but I talk economics. Like the Wall Street boys I count my money on my concience. But, thats not the message that I try to fucking send. I'm worried about real life shit like the time in jail I spend. I've been in county 5 times and now am out of teens. I'm trying to better my life shit, by all means. But, the city don't sleep. So I can't fucking rest. 2 bullets in the chamber, with 7 in your chest.....Life sentence

Genre
Hip-Hop

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