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Resurrection (feat. Saytan) Video (MV)




Performed By: Týr
Language: English
Length: 3:43
Written by: T R




Týr - Resurrection (feat. Saytan) Lyrics




I was on my own grind no one made it happen
I switched lanes from road now I made yeah I'm rapping
I got people call me yo D tell me what happened
Everything from way back weigh like mental scars
Deal with what your dealt dealt with it like cards
Jokers being handed but no batman in my cast
Stacked like I'm Bruce Wayne everything I'm wearing black
Tell your missus and yo bitches yo D is back
I was gone for a while had to take a break from rap
I was on my own grind on road trying to make my stacks
Selling a .7 for a 25 yo I never wanted that
My homies and I watched them dip in bags

Man we watched them dip in, man we watched them skipping
Man we watched them tripping, man we whipped tools in the kitchen
Now we got bitches, naked they just sucking
All on they fours like a dog I just put my dick in
Always wear a rubber I ain't taking no kids in
Treat them like a prozzy, we just f*ck ain't no kissing
Yea I switch flows, can you listen, hear the melody it's ringing

So many hours I spent I was sat up on my own
No one calling me not a single ping on my phone
Now my phone don't stop buzzing
But that shit ain't mean nothing to me yeah I'm grown
Use to be a jester but now call me king I'm on my throne
Use to be a worker now bitches call me patron
Bricks with T in the bags on the table I'm gone
Tired of the stereotypical Turks bring my name down that's long
But now I be the stereotype my neck is covered in gold

Yeah I lost track of my goals, shooting from a distance don't go
Now I'm on the track trying to test new melodies and flows
Yeah I made stacks that's why bitches try come back tell em go home
I don't need no distractions ima do this on my own
That's why when girls come back I turn into Santa clause call em ho ho hoes
Makes me proud to in vision just how far we came
Back when we would freestyle in a park trying to intercept the game
Now the games in our field no we never take off days
There's 7 days in a week, 5 of them I be working
The rest I'm sat up writing riddims on a page
I can't give my heart to no chick I'm already engaged engaged
I'm married to Elizabeth yeah I'm in love with the change

I moved 200 miles away just so I could get off road
But no matter how far I am, still get calls drop a brick at the door
I tell them bitches that call me yo leave me alone
I'm not in that lane no more switched and changed the game
Take my advice you can't be doing that shit it'll drive you insane
You can't do what I did and continue like everything's the same
You will cry tears. Even the sky cries n that's the rain
That's why I left it back, now I don't live in pain
You can't call me no ghost writer me n him the same
If you don't like him then you don't like me
We here to stay

I'm a wavy motherf*cker translate my name you'll sea
I'm the best in the game ain't nobody can compete
I'll stand right in front of you you'll still struggle to see
That why I love the bally invisible as one can be
You cannot at me on a track best believe
One pen and a riddim trust man will bust yo guts
I don't need no bullets my pen is my gun
Once we face to face its 1, 2, 3 and your done
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English

I was on my own grind no one made it happen
I switched lanes from road now I made yeah I'm rapping
I got people call me yo D tell me what happened
Everything from way back weigh like mental scars
Deal with what your dealt dealt with it like cards
Jokers being handed but no batman in my cast
Stacked like I'm Bruce Wayne everything I'm wearing black
Tell your missus and yo bitches yo D is back
I was gone for a while had to take a break from rap
I was on my own grind on road trying to make my stacks
Selling a .7 for a 25 yo I never wanted that
My homies and I watched them dip in bags

Man we watched them dip in, man we watched them skipping
Man we watched them tripping, man we whipped tools in the kitchen
Now we got bitches, naked they just sucking
All on they fours like a dog I just put my dick in
Always wear a rubber I ain't taking no kids in
Treat them like a prozzy, we just f*ck ain't no kissing
Yea I switch flows, can you listen, hear the melody it's ringing

So many hours I spent I was sat up on my own
No one calling me not a single ping on my phone
Now my phone don't stop buzzing
But that shit ain't mean nothing to me yeah I'm grown
Use to be a jester but now call me king I'm on my throne
Use to be a worker now bitches call me patron
Bricks with T in the bags on the table I'm gone
Tired of the stereotypical Turks bring my name down that's long
But now I be the stereotype my neck is covered in gold

Yeah I lost track of my goals, shooting from a distance don't go
Now I'm on the track trying to test new melodies and flows
Yeah I made stacks that's why bitches try come back tell em go home
I don't need no distractions ima do this on my own
That's why when girls come back I turn into Santa clause call em ho ho hoes
Makes me proud to in vision just how far we came
Back when we would freestyle in a park trying to intercept the game
Now the games in our field no we never take off days
There's 7 days in a week, 5 of them I be working
The rest I'm sat up writing riddims on a page
I can't give my heart to no chick I'm already engaged engaged
I'm married to Elizabeth yeah I'm in love with the change

I moved 200 miles away just so I could get off road
But no matter how far I am, still get calls drop a brick at the door
I tell them bitches that call me yo leave me alone
I'm not in that lane no more switched and changed the game
Take my advice you can't be doing that shit it'll drive you insane
You can't do what I did and continue like everything's the same
You will cry tears. Even the sky cries n that's the rain
That's why I left it back, now I don't live in pain
You can't call me no ghost writer me n him the same
If you don't like him then you don't like me
We here to stay

I'm a wavy motherf*cker translate my name you'll sea
I'm the best in the game ain't nobody can compete
I'll stand right in front of you you'll still struggle to see
That why I love the bally invisible as one can be
You cannot at me on a track best believe
One pen and a riddim trust man will bust yo guts
I don't need no bullets my pen is my gun
Once we face to face its 1, 2, 3 and your done
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Writer: T R
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