Music does a number on your mind
If your problems are relatable you have to act divine
They reading all your lyrics but your feelings they so blind
I wonder who look up and realize that legends never die
Tell me, when everything is sublime
Do you ever get them chills that be running right down your spine?
Would you trade making a mil to save your momma cryin'?
Do you want it so bad that you'd put your own life on the line?
Would you spend that money on a crib if Satan waitin' inside?
He's patient taking his time
This game we playing is life
You either make it and die
Or dedicate it and grind
Surname is faded decide
Between my name or disci
Music does a number on your mind
If your problems are relatable you have to act divine
They reading all your lyrics but your feelings they so blind
I wonder who look up and see my whole message in the sky
Me and you congruent
With how we waiting in line
Performing in places as spacious as I
I know we can do it
With my cadence and rhymes
My state is levitation of mind
I'm awaiting my prime
No hesitation remind
Myself to face toward the sky
Nobody's perfect
Would it be a waste if I tried?
A hundred hearses
Do you want a taste of my life?
Nobody's worthless
Tell me can gauge what's inside?
Music does a number on your mind
If your problems are relatable you have to act divine
They reading all your lyrics but your feelings they so blind
I wonder who look up and realize that legends never die
The people want the real stuff
Emotion that's real tough
No food in the cabinets, so you motion to steal stuff
Parents split in the home, so you've chosen to deal stuff
Once you make it
Commotion ain't real enough
This, sensation's fading
And displacing my patience
Nobody raising the praises
For most amazing of graces
In front of the racist faces
I chase the papers
For jaded patrons
Put thank you's later
I've yet to make it
These plays are major
So I stay in danger
Waiting for the day I'm a free child
Shitting on those who laughed at all of my freestyles
It's really disappointing even though I don't speak out
Cuz' I won't get support until the day I don't need help
Rightful Disciple - Legends Never Die Lyrics
Rightful Disciple - Legends Never Die Lyrics
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Music does a number on your mind
If your problems are relatable you have to act divine
They reading all your lyrics but your feelings they so blind
I wonder who look up and realize that legends never die
Tell me, when everything is sublime
Do you ever get them chills that be running right down your spine?
Would you trade making a mil to save your momma cryin'?
Do you want it so bad that you'd put your own life on the line?
Would you spend that money on a crib if Satan waitin' inside?
He's patient taking his time
This game we playing is life
You either make it and die
Or dedicate it and grind
Surname is faded decide
Between my name or disci
Music does a number on your mind
If your problems are relatable you have to act divine
They reading all your lyrics but your feelings they so blind
I wonder who look up and see my whole message in the sky
Me and you congruent
With how we waiting in line
Performing in places as spacious as I
I know we can do it
With my cadence and rhymes
My state is levitation of mind
I'm awaiting my prime
No hesitation remind
Myself to face toward the sky
Nobody's perfect
Would it be a waste if I tried?
A hundred hearses
Do you want a taste of my life?
Nobody's worthless
Tell me can gauge what's inside?
Music does a number on your mind
If your problems are relatable you have to act divine
They reading all your lyrics but your feelings they so blind
I wonder who look up and realize that legends never die
The people want the real stuff
Emotion that's real tough
No food in the cabinets, so you motion to steal stuff
Parents split in the home, so you've chosen to deal stuff
Once you make it
Commotion ain't real enough
This, sensation's fading
And displacing my patience
Nobody raising the praises
For most amazing of graces
In front of the racist faces
I chase the papers
For jaded patrons
Put thank you's later
I've yet to make it
These plays are major
So I stay in danger
Waiting for the day I'm a free child
Shitting on those who laughed at all of my freestyles
It's really disappointing even though I don't speak out
Cuz' I won't get support until the day I don't need help
If your problems are relatable you have to act divine
They reading all your lyrics but your feelings they so blind
I wonder who look up and realize that legends never die
Tell me, when everything is sublime
Do you ever get them chills that be running right down your spine?
Would you trade making a mil to save your momma cryin'?
Do you want it so bad that you'd put your own life on the line?
Would you spend that money on a crib if Satan waitin' inside?
He's patient taking his time
This game we playing is life
You either make it and die
Or dedicate it and grind
Surname is faded decide
Between my name or disci
Music does a number on your mind
If your problems are relatable you have to act divine
They reading all your lyrics but your feelings they so blind
I wonder who look up and see my whole message in the sky
Me and you congruent
With how we waiting in line
Performing in places as spacious as I
I know we can do it
With my cadence and rhymes
My state is levitation of mind
I'm awaiting my prime
No hesitation remind
Myself to face toward the sky
Nobody's perfect
Would it be a waste if I tried?
A hundred hearses
Do you want a taste of my life?
Nobody's worthless
Tell me can gauge what's inside?
Music does a number on your mind
If your problems are relatable you have to act divine
They reading all your lyrics but your feelings they so blind
I wonder who look up and realize that legends never die
The people want the real stuff
Emotion that's real tough
No food in the cabinets, so you motion to steal stuff
Parents split in the home, so you've chosen to deal stuff
Once you make it
Commotion ain't real enough
This, sensation's fading
And displacing my patience
Nobody raising the praises
For most amazing of graces
In front of the racist faces
I chase the papers
For jaded patrons
Put thank you's later
I've yet to make it
These plays are major
So I stay in danger
Waiting for the day I'm a free child
Shitting on those who laughed at all of my freestyles
It's really disappointing even though I don't speak out
Cuz' I won't get support until the day I don't need help
Writer: Simon Lezaja
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