Omar Mansour - CITY OF VICTORS Lyrics

Everyone gets it wrong, I'm mad at y'all
Different seasons, it's only one fall
Don't got no choice, so I gotta play ball
It's all relative, no absolutes
Pointing fingers, they be calling them faults
Ain't done no good, matter of fact, it just stalls
It ain't matter if it's true or it's false
Either way it falls, somehow I still lose
The city of victors, so you can't get sloppy
Granny prayed for me, so you cannot stop me
Used to get stolen from, prefer they copy
Hope that these cats gon bring me some luck
Say you got opps, it's a comment that talks shit
Watching my back 'cause loyalty's auctioned
Crowded, so I don't need shows for the moshpits
Plus, they are better with bullets to duck
An eye for an eye finna leave the world blind
But it's on sight so I don't really mind, goddamn
Time heals all but I'm worse tenfold
Swear, I don't really got much time right (now)
F*ck all the views and the clicks
Gone find peace 'fore I'm rich
Ya'll been changing up quick
Meet my maker 'fore I snitch
Man I'm never gonna switch
Ain't scared to die, your guns to me is plastic
Working hard to make it, Imma just keep making classics
Stunts and gimmicks, they ain't never been our f*cking tactics
Imma finish y'all, Imma put you in the past tense
Y'all shit sounding dated sounds Jurassic
Don't be trying me, I been getting more frantic
F*ck around and see, gon' make me do something drastic
Got nothing to lose, brotherhood my only asset
Imma pull a strap, y'all bras strapless
On a mission clearing names, I keep a brief blacklist
Two decades in the making, we established
500 decades in this bitch
Look, I don't listen to the prophecies
Knew already Imma win it all, last name is victory
They be steady praying on my fall, but I'm stuck on spring
They be claiming that they make the call we don't hear the ring
Look, I been finding it too hard to sleep
Mammy told me "Stay off the politics that slope is steep"
We just going way up, I don't do geography
Imma do a layup, elevate beyond belief
Heard the shit they dropping, it be lacking
Imma keep the circle tight
'Cause for the guap, they gon be capping
Bet on myself, get it tenfold, take my kinfolk, go to Aspen
Imma do it different, knock it out the park swinging a racket
You don't get the picture, I might lose it all doing this rap shit
I just feel conflicted, thinking about who's at fault that this shit happened?
Guess that's how they get ya, push you in the water without a jacket
Gon' bury every single one ya'll 'fore I bury hatchets, I don't care-
I got uncles that's living in debt
I only swipe cards that don't spend what I ain't get
I only do shit that I meant when I'm pressed
We always up 'less you talking upsets
Ain't no bitch in my DNA, ain't need to run tests
Might be someone better than me, but we ain't met
The threats are the soundtrack to the success
Tryna grow so I need to clear all y'all pests
I'm tired of y'all telling me to "just up and leave it if it's not pleasing" like I'm at fault
I'm tired of y'all accusing me of high treason, it's been 10 seasons, I should let go
I'm tired of y'all talking like I can't be reasoned with, like I'm reaching, I'm making jokes
I'm tired of y'all telling me I should not be speaking, people ain't eating, the bar be that low
I'm tired of the all lies ya'll be weaving, time be revealing, don't got that long
I'm tired of that switching up, I'm tired of that scheming, y'all should not be breathing, I'm at your door
I'm tired of y'all telling me I won't be succeeding but I be feeding on that shit, though
I'm tired of feeling uneasy, I'm done concealing
Look, I just sit and record
I look over my shoulder, they got shoulder boards
Unless you a supporter, you getting aborted
The more that I stay, the less I can afford
Man I gotta away, man, I need me a boat
And if I don't make it far, at least I'll float
Out here, it's cutthroat so better hush-hush or you speaking no more
Better hush-hush, they gon' be at your door
Better hush-hush, or bodies hit floors
Better hush-hush-f*ck
Get off your high horse, man
This is between the fam
Get off your high horse, man
Sit this one out, you don't understand
I'm tired of the f*cking three-letter news pundits talking like they ain't f*ck up in abundance (ay)
You get it wrong, but you looking down on me like you a expert, you a white man from London (ay, ay)
The Pyramids woulda been on Abbey Road but they were too heavy for boats (they would)
Know that the power in knowing my history, you ain't give back the Rosetta Stone
You don't do enough, let me show you what to do
You don't do enough, let me kill some of you
You don't do enough, gotta be more like me
You don't do enough, learn false history
F*ck your enlightenment
Your phobia ain't my utopia
Chloride in your eyes done gave you myopia
Y'all be too salty, I added some sodium
The rise to the top finna be f*cking glorious
Future is bright, green with trees, a cornucopia
Tribulations done shaped me, they been copious
Craving success, man this shit feels like opium
Real ones around me, you as good as your associates
They steady switching, now it's only blood that I associate with
Everyone gets it wrong, I'm mad at y'all
Different seasons, it's only one fall
Don't got no choice, so I gotta play ball
It's all relative, no absolutes
Pointing fingers, they be calling them faults
Ain't done-
"We continue to be crystal clear that
We oppose violence as a response to this crisis..."-shut up
I'll jump in a ride, I'll look to my left and I'll look to my right
I got me a gun, so y'all better hide
Not a shotgun, the caliber irrelevant
I'll stack me some presidents, swear, 'fore I see God
I'm getting what's mine, everything that they robbed
I'm releasing this shit with my stomach in knots
In my second tongue, I hope it slips by the cops (shut up)
I'm mad at you, mad at him, I'm mad at y'all, synonyms
Who's at fault? Can't recall, true or false? Dissonance
It's time I'm not getting back, I know time is money, hope pockets get fat
I know time is money, hope I make'em stacks
I got a lot to lose, still I put out these tracks
Prices getting higher quicker than me when I first took a hit
In my savings I dip, it's a balancing act
The poor ain't biting the hand when the government feeds them
They can only buy second-hand
Seems like the only ones have it good be the ones thieving
So I'm gon' rob a bank
I'm loading my gun, and I'm making demands
The clocks they be ticking, I'll run out of sand
Goodbye to the world, won't see it again (kill yourself, bitch)