Rahj - Sweet (Bonus) Lyrics

I ain't never flipped a brick
I ain't never sold a bird
But I may have sold some dope
How I mock and hum these words
I ain't never felt a high
And I never almost died
When it's rapped it's undermined
So I'll never tell no lie
It's soldiers in these streets
That gotta die so they can eat
Ain't no grace till they in graves
And all we say is rest in peace
Who am I to spout some lies
While people out there taking lives
Chasing clout up in the clouds
So they can say my song is fire

Think it's sweet
How these rappers claim that they be from the streets
Hop in booths and they get loose but then they act soft when off the beats
Think it's sweet
How the drugs and gangs is all we think we need
We think plays ain't here to stay so we result to treachery

I'm sick of actin hard
I'm sick of going stupid
I'm sick of boobie trappin
All my raps are an illusion
In sick always actin
All the cap that's in the music
Is the only way to get some plays
But this right here the fusion
How you sayin you push crack when you live in rural Kansas
How you say you got a gat when your dad could buy a mansion
How you making all these songs
Hopin that we sing along
While there's people living wrong
And you reaping off the hatred

Think it's sweet
How these rappers claim that they be from the streets
Hop in booths and they get loose but then they act soft when off the beats
Think it's sweet
How the drugs and gangs is all we think we need
We think plays ain't here to stay so we result to treachery

I'm freeing all the masons
And cleaning all the hatred
Get all the geezers leaning like the piza off the stations
I'm done with people pleasers
Lying so they get they streams up
Sip codeine and now they fiends
I dream that one day you can see the
Poverty put on the streets
That you be rappin bout
There are people getting slaughtered
While you go and cap for clout
There are people out here theivin
While conflicted with their demons
Doing things against their reason
Just to feed they daughter mouth

Think it's sweet
How these rappers claim that they be from the streets
Hop in booths and they get loose but then they act soft when off the beats
Think it's sweet
How the drugs and gangs is all we think we need
We think plays ain't here to stay so we result to treachery