Southside - Redemption (Self-Rea**urance) lyrics

[Verse] Today should've been a good day But ya boy missed, never had a good game And if I wasn't metaphorically speaking Chances are I could all blame a foot sprain f** an excuse though, I'm still the numero uno You know, Mayweather for these Chris Eubanks and Brunos New spitters ain't better, but nowadays just being new is a loophole When it comes to words, I've got a masters in Scrabble It's like Columbo playing Cluedo Plus the new flow, nouveaux Crystal clear, and I'm a boss like you know What's the name again? Hugo Had a little mainstream light this year Still I'm underground, I'm getting tube home People looking at me like say man a terrorist Cuh this kind of beard could snap a fine toothcomb My, I be [?] Rudolph I just might reindeer on a few folks Tell a n***a lay there, don't move, no Freestyling on the pavement Trade pound for the Pagans b**h slaps, gift wrap Kidnapped, tryna break out of the basement They're saying that you got a chain round without a blade in I find all of you fake clowns entertaining Your mothers ain't proud of you wastemen Big man bruddas ain't loud when I face em I contact I like combat Who's been sipping the badman juice? I know a few n***as who've died from that Haters, man are doing well And I'm hearing everything besides congrats They don't wanna see a n***a like me Getting this money and sign contracts f** it, I've already got a metaphor like this But I'm k**ing this mic, I'm like Conrad Tell that girl "bill a spliff for me" And tell my man "pa** the Cognac" Celebration Hard work pays off I define dedication Look at my CV Check my reputation I'm probably overreacting But today was devastating Now I've gotta come back harder It's all about elevation How you mean, ease up? (Blud, are you mad?) How you think Wiley survived for generations? Perseverance Preparation There's only a few that are bust Who are still penetrating The rappers rap but the MCs MC The one everybody rates but they never say it in public f** it, my n***a, it ain't nothing Everybody in the industry pushing the same bu*ton Overlooking Ghetto, looking for something that ain't coming Hammering the only MC that they ain't touching n***as doubted and doubted and now they wanna eat with me but I ain't even putting my food in the same oven Everybody knows J's stubborn Some cook said that a change soon come Sorry, someone can't see a change coming Game in the game, gunning anybody in my way You see the way I got anybody in my way running? Moment of silence for that flow, you know That's enough, no delay, burning Every time I squeeze, I hit the target like I'm meant to All I heard was "holy sh**, he's bleeding from his temple" I don't wanna roll with this but n***a, it's essential He came out the pen, I filled his head full of pencil [Outro] Mental Not every day 110%, you know Sometimes 80, 75 Realise you're human Come back and give it to them