George Gavin - The Culture lyrics

[Verse 1: George Gavin] The word rap with a hash tag Dropping bars with the rap pack Kaz made this beat just to bring real rap back Tryna intersect the intellect of biggie and pac And take rap into a victory lap Oh snap! I'm getting co*ky Beginner's pride, that is obvy Tryna murder n***as with ink, professionally not a hobby This life is a f**ing circus Most women are up for service Most n***as are f**ing servants To money and other vermin These days, n***as straightforward with their verses Lemme hit you up with something a lil cursive Like umm, how a young n***a sleeping on a virgin Tryna get a whiff of what nobody indulge in The bulletproof that hide her but n***as we still shoot And we just might k** Bodies getting overexcited over one that go still Maybe from the feel, maybe from the thrill n***as hungry tryna make a mill/meal Hope we keep it honest in our pursuits Cuz we all born naked but manage to die in suits Oooh! Yeah its all true Yeah its all trill Illuminati is real Beware! [Hook: George Gavin] Concepts of being feared Concepts of being the best, the only reason we hear I swear Concepts of being prime Having rhymes that could make us the best rappers alive (I swear) X 2 Beware This culture can f**ing k** you (I swear) X 2 Beware This culture can make or break you I swear [Verse 2: BV] It's BV! You haven't seen me before Flying across the nation like i be on tour George got me on the track spitting like its 94 2 years before that is when i was born Mama raised a King, don't mistake me for a pawn I mean come on, when is the last time you heard a flow so strong? Tougher than that Gong, that Jr Marley puffin on Take another hit then i pa** it on Can we all just get along? Hold hands and have a sing-a-long? I don't know man Stress got me feeling old man Why is the world so cold, damn! I guess i gotta show them They wouldn't believe it if i told them Father didn't raise him, cells couldn't hold him Despite all the pressure i managed to get fresher, now that's lekker Eating raps and drinking liquor Now how the chorus go? Aye [Hook] [Verse 3: George Gavin] Break or make you sell your soul for a million records Tryna do this on my own, tryna break the record The skepticism is noticed, its not important My contribution is potent, I'm self anointed Rap battles with young adults This the sh** the radio can't fathom So don't play me, underrate me, that's the mean time I'm just waiting for that me time I'm just waiting for the right signs k**er flows and these tight rhymes Watch out a n***a might shine Watch out a n***a might blow, the take over Only 19, I'm rapping like I'm older Dark skinned but his dreams too bright Tryna get on like the city night lights This the foresight, these the highlights, these the memoirs Of a n***a that has cla**ic on his repertoire [Hook] [Hit-Boy Skit] Im tryna change the culture man Im tryna bring it back to when it felt right It just felt good, you know what im saying? Im capturing feelings right now