Raph - Milka lyrics

[VERSE 1: KAI] Ever since sixteen I wanted to be the king This is the kind of sh** that you oughta keep in In the presence of the culture, it's the merits or the slings and the arrows In the end, you been acting so shallow Oh yeah that way my intent Sick of playing it down, I ain't playing around If you got a problem say it now Cause they all about original But love is so conditional Victorian era rap kids feeling miserable Like be seen or not, well just be scene With a C, ripped straight out of creativity And me? I'm sounding so jaded I know Maybe I need a ride home Cause the way these nights go Is just so immature, oh you're so hardcore Defined by what you're not, but what you are you aren't so sure Talking about trying to keep your art pure Stone throwers go home get your gla** insured, b**h [Chorus] I guess it's just a sign of the times When parents got no love for their children But we just going what feels right With this life we've been given [VERSE 2: JIMMY NICE] I said there they go, man ya'll oughta see em and their dusty arse careers laid flat in the mausoleum Open my door to freedom, throw my keys in the abyss, leave in a trail of smoke like ya'll don't want none of this Mother's only, tendency to leave my lovers lonely, fist full of everything my father never showed me I feel like the world owe me I know that it's out to get me Heavy paranoia boy y'all don't f**in' know me. Got a Chip on my shoulder, maybe, try chipping David out a boulder with the city on your shoulders sh** is crazy It's the renaissance Sistine chapel of the sixteen bars Leonardo with his cape on A bit of napalm to interrupt your slumber as I wake to see the f**in' scene turn to big brother But I'm on my J.O with J.O you ain't know? Please what rock you been living under man go [Chorus] I guess it's just a sign of the times When parents got no love for their children But we just going what feels right With this life we've been given [VERSE 3: NICK LUPI] Let's give em something to rock with Let the truth beam through the speakers Lay it all out, don't keep no secrets The way my crew do it, gotta see it to believe it We never waited for the dream to be greenlit The problems with the scene is Too many rappers that be acting like girls worrying 'bout how their jeans fit Or worrying 'bout how to get they screen clicked And not enough worrying 'bout kicking mean sh** Dropping names, parading who you down with When y'all don't know the faintest thing about it I mean, you claim you really 'bout it I really doubt it Y'all crooked like Billy Bowden Tryna stack that rap money 'till I need an accountant To really count it But never would be miserable without it What you hearing now, sh** We built it from the ground, kid [Chorus] I guess it's just a sign of the times When parents got no love for their children But we just going what feels right With this life we've been given