P. Soul - Subliminals lyrics

[Hook] All my peoples wake We don't sleep all week mehn Third eye visions when we link on weekends Do we give a f** what? We don't give a f** Do we give a f** what? We don't give a f** Middle fingers to the po, on the truth we depend All my peoples ate, we don't need your meal plan Do we give a f** what? We don't give a f** Do we give a f** what? We don't give a f** Just let it sizzle [Verse 1] Subliminals, keeping this wake sh** on the minimal Hoping that they f** with it So I can make a point like a decimal I'm never cheese-chasing, I just do it for belief sakes Might metal-bend these bend these bars if the keys break Already pa**ed the grief phase, but you n***as is fake-deep Like when you put the whip cream on cheese-cake Every metaphor I wrote for the record Will spark a brain and leave a trail I reckon you can see the flames I reckon that you smell the smoke Criminals records, He already broke Freestyle The-Ducked-Tape cos he barely wrote Digital languages. He clearly spoke With c**aine in his vocabulary but still these n***as always try to sell me coke. Like damn split that gram n***a Spit that crack. Spit that "critiques couldn't k** it" Keep it critical and kick it, till they fed up, never quit it. Searching for my one in a-million-a-grande Or Nina Simone or maybe Sade Tell em we could party. Tell em we could parley But not when I'm with the fam tho My n***as is too straight f** your angle n***as still in chains like a cast crew auditioning for Django Put up the fist in the air Like you don't wanna catch these hands bro [Pre Hook] All my peoples wake, we don't sleep all week mehn Third eye visions when we link on weekends Do we give a f** what? we don't give a f** Do we give a f** what? see [Verse 2] Started off writing this as a cypher But then I realize that me I ain't really the type of n***a to carry drama, don't really care like Obamas The food industry dependent on farmers But act like they forgot who went through the struggle I put that bullsh** on karma Music industry hammer then nail n***as down to a cheap cost I hit the game with trauma, crucify it on a criss-cross Touching sensitive topics like surfaces that need lip-gloss With friction always expected, obstacles never neglected Or deflected his aim, they throw some dirt on my name I'm coming hard with the pain you watered down with the reign My sh** and yours ain't the same I'm cheffing up with the flame and thats word (word word n***a) I'm coming hard with the pain you watered down with the reign My sh** and yours ain't the same I'm cheffing up with the flame I'm singing [Hook] All my peoples wake, we don't sleep all week mehn Third eye visions when we link on weekends Do we give a f** what? We don't give a f** Do we give a f** what? We don't give a f** Middle fingers to the po, on the truth we depend All my peoples ate, we don't need your meal plan Do we give a f** what? We don't give a f** Do we give a f** what? We don't give a f**