Right, that's how it's supposed to be
Roj Mahal Trash Mahal
Glory
Share your story as long as you're not a stage player
Too many stage players acting out a part of a lie
Lost they mind acting like they got the thought from God
See you see you gotta see you when you talk out loud
'Cause if it's not coming from within, you need to calm it down
Real minds made up
Niggas on the low trying to be haters
Ask yourself why you hate us
It's just us getting no justice
What, it's just us getting no justice
It's just this and that
Excuses of why we in the trap
You can be useless but why would you do that
I'm spitting off the top whenever I do rap
Just to show you miracles can happen
Man I fly
Fall Creek never die
What I need all that ambition for
Meditate, meditate
What I need them niggas for
Tryin' hate and escape
The judgement of God, they can't
I promise, surprise
Dang!
That's how they feelin' inside
Strange
All the blood now they dry bones in a tank
Damn, that's the pain
The sting of death got niggas wanting to hang themselves again
A gain again
Thought that they was gaining in sin
It's stranger than lands you ain't seen before
Except when they put you on them ships and shipped you overboard
Now you overboard
Stuck in a trap, tryin' to ship shit off to get up off the map
At least we call it the grid
Niggas talking shit, they don't understand the time it is
They hide and seek with inside themselves
They starting beef like they f*ckin' chef
They starting beef like they f*cked the chef
What the f*ck is up with that
100 laps couldn't make a better track
So I ain't no competitor
I tell you this competition verses harmony real enough
It's real enough
This competition verse harmony is real enough
You ain't harming me
The money can't even add up to the debt
Niggas talking shit but your heart and mind is stressed
This the Trash Mahal
Build with trash we don't make a mess
That's all
Give credit to yourself for listening, 100
Give credit to yourself, give credit to yourself
All glory be to The Most High, though
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Right, that's how it's supposed to be
Roj Mahal Trash Mahal
Glory
Share your story as long as you're not a stage player
Too many stage players acting out a part of a lie
Lost they mind acting like they got the thought from God
See you see you gotta see you when you talk out loud
'Cause if it's not coming from within, you need to calm it down
Real minds made up
Niggas on the low trying to be haters
Ask yourself why you hate us
It's just us getting no justice
What, it's just us getting no justice
It's just this and that
Excuses of why we in the trap
You can be useless but why would you do that
I'm spitting off the top whenever I do rap
Just to show you miracles can happen
Man I fly
Fall Creek never die
What I need all that ambition for
Meditate, meditate
What I need them niggas for
Tryin' hate and escape
The judgement of God, they can't
I promise, surprise
Dang!
That's how they feelin' inside
Strange
All the blood now they dry bones in a tank
Damn, that's the pain
The sting of death got niggas wanting to hang themselves again
A gain again
Thought that they was gaining in sin
It's stranger than lands you ain't seen before
Except when they put you on them ships and shipped you overboard
Now you overboard
Stuck in a trap, tryin' to ship shit off to get up off the map
At least we call it the grid
Niggas talking shit, they don't understand the time it is
They hide and seek with inside themselves
They starting beef like they f*ckin' chef
They starting beef like they f*cked the chef
What the f*ck is up with that
100 laps couldn't make a better track
So I ain't no competitor
I tell you this competition verses harmony real enough
It's real enough
This competition verse harmony is real enough
You ain't harming me
The money can't even add up to the debt
Niggas talking shit but your heart and mind is stressed
This the Trash Mahal
Build with trash we don't make a mess
That's all
Give credit to yourself for listening, 100
Give credit to yourself, give credit to yourself
All glory be to The Most High, though
Roj Mahal Trash Mahal
Glory
Share your story as long as you're not a stage player
Too many stage players acting out a part of a lie
Lost they mind acting like they got the thought from God
See you see you gotta see you when you talk out loud
'Cause if it's not coming from within, you need to calm it down
Real minds made up
Niggas on the low trying to be haters
Ask yourself why you hate us
It's just us getting no justice
What, it's just us getting no justice
It's just this and that
Excuses of why we in the trap
You can be useless but why would you do that
I'm spitting off the top whenever I do rap
Just to show you miracles can happen
Man I fly
Fall Creek never die
What I need all that ambition for
Meditate, meditate
What I need them niggas for
Tryin' hate and escape
The judgement of God, they can't
I promise, surprise
Dang!
That's how they feelin' inside
Strange
All the blood now they dry bones in a tank
Damn, that's the pain
The sting of death got niggas wanting to hang themselves again
A gain again
Thought that they was gaining in sin
It's stranger than lands you ain't seen before
Except when they put you on them ships and shipped you overboard
Now you overboard
Stuck in a trap, tryin' to ship shit off to get up off the map
At least we call it the grid
Niggas talking shit, they don't understand the time it is
They hide and seek with inside themselves
They starting beef like they f*ckin' chef
They starting beef like they f*cked the chef
What the f*ck is up with that
100 laps couldn't make a better track
So I ain't no competitor
I tell you this competition verses harmony real enough
It's real enough
This competition verse harmony is real enough
You ain't harming me
The money can't even add up to the debt
Niggas talking shit but your heart and mind is stressed
This the Trash Mahal
Build with trash we don't make a mess
That's all
Give credit to yourself for listening, 100
Give credit to yourself, give credit to yourself
All glory be to The Most High, though
Writer: Rojer Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid