SoulChef - IndieVISUAL lyrics

INDIE [Verse 1: JXXIII] This the kind of music you hear That makes you wanna shed tears That makes you wanna love life That makes you wanna be here That's makes you wanna Find ya self Be free and be aware This is hip-hop music Never tell me be clear Cause you bustas' rhymes Are tired Overcoming obstacles And jumping fences Like I'm Spitting through the wire You ain't gotta like me But your respect I acquire To whom much is Given Much is required Nas said the world is yours So I'm quiet Humble, can't deny it Stomach rumbling I been on a diet And I'm hungry for success Man I'm bout to start a riot Cause you don't understand my pain I'm Suffering in silent A lyrical pilot Man I'm bout to take off Layover or layoff Get paid or laid off Self made like Raekwon Wutang forever playing in the background Before they day is gone Best story never told Like Saigon Convicted like Akon 4 minutes like A-vant Or Avant not a sant Or a saint and I can't Change to please you Never am I see thru But homie I see you Keep doing ya thing We gone make it one day Cause Martin had a dream Ye had a dream Cole had a dream Jhene had a dream Oprah had a dream And if you have a dream Work towards it Never let em put u down My n***a Go forward And Go for it Swear pourin Going hard in the paint Something like Jordan scoring in '88 Your lyrics is foreign if u don't Plan to motivate or inspire It ain't no secret Lord knows I Been tired of these Wack rapper Wanna bes Sell Records Wanna please n***a please Please believe A new day is coming U better start running U better start running I am who I am Don't gotta explain it The world messed up That's why I keep on complaining Praying for sunshine But it keep on raining The wrong people getting shine And keep on reigning Over all but like The Berlin Wall you gone fall If you don't stand for The ppl U ain't standing at all!!! VISUAL [Verse 2: JXXIII] Born on the 12th day of June Forced myself up out Mama womb Year was 1993 Came to soon JXXIII, young Premature goon From premie to premium Always do it big The f** is medium? Man I might split ya wig End of the term Close to maternity Limited time boy no eternity Like a dboy yo I swear To God They burning me But I'm flame resistant Always turning keys Fire fighters Lighters in the sky Wave em higher Remember Allison Man she called me a liar But I'm true as hell Anything I touch I do it well But Shoutout to her Direct deposits That's what I prefer Bring yo a** to the fight You might murked If it was 09 yo a** would Get jerked Next Lauryn Hill Nah I just got verbs Either come correct or Get yo a** curved Hand on the bible Like that's my word Before the swagga Ain't sending Shots more like A daggar Started from the bottom Way Down in Atlanta Close to the top with my gift Like Santa Santa (uh) Climbing down the chimney It's a cold world But I got God with me Rest in peace Whitney Houston we have a Problem Police....officials they will Not solve them Police official they will not solve them They are the problem Hiphop the answer Stay away from pork It'll give u cancer It might taste good But it's the kiss of d**h It'll k** ya soul It'll Rot ya flesh What A beautiful mess America is Just tryna live Can I atleast do that? You looking good bae Tell me where you been at Almost 21 With my family on my back All my Loved ones Is Under attack I'm the last hope And I can't cope So I rap Til my soul On fire Like some dope On the stove In the trap Put my city On the map Yeah I rap But that ain't all I do Intelligence Didn't only come from school But I'm in it Anyway I'm sinning Everyday Lord forgive me I'm just tryna find my way... I'm just tryna find my way (sing) I'm Tryna find my way IndieVISUAL