Ty The Reaper - FTW/FR Lyrics

F*ck the world for real, how many hours like 73, I got the power to bring heaven to me
I am the son of a god and a beast, gold in my veins, blood in the streets
Kurt Cobain, summoning pain, your fate in the hands of the motherf*ckin' reap
Meanwhile I sway with the earth and the wind and the trees
Son of a sun, I'm filled with ether, you don't wanna f*ck with neither
I'm reborn straight from the nether, I don't need a breather
I hope when you play this back, you feel the same as when I leave here
No stops, no detours, no obstacles, no re-routes
Stay out of my path or I'll show you that's what I'm about
This is simple living, I might bring the peace out
I might bring the Z's out
Therapy in the stu, this might bring the rest of me out
Facades can't come around, I know I go pound for pound, it's time to drip or drown
I might never sign a deal, but please don't count me out
And haters keep on coming around, they tryna bring me down
I see all these eyes on me, you can count them up like clouds
F*ck the world for real, how many hours, like 73
I got the power to bring heaven to me
I am the son of a god and a beast
Gold in my veins, blood in the streets
Kurt Cobain, summoning pain, you're fate in the hands of the motherf*cking reap
Meanwhile I sway with the earth and the wind and the trees
I got some brothers I wish could see
Some of them sleep, some behind the walls
And wish I could call , leaving a message right after the beat
I will battle with devils, demons, any creature lurkin Thinkin they can f*ck with me, my family, or anybody who around me
Still taking care of myself, I'm taking care of my health
While I'm on this hell, I might as well acquire some wealth
These instincts in my DNA and they're in my cells
Ain't no dream to sell, I'm in the can't you tell
F*ck the world for real, how many hours, like 73
I got the power to bring heaven to me
I am the son of a god and a beast, gold in my veins, blood in the streets
Kurt Cobain, summoning pain, you're fate in the hands of the motherf*cking reap
Meanwhile I sway with the earth and the wind and the trees
F*ck the world for real, how many hours, like 73
I got the power to bring heaven to me
I am the son of a god and a beast, gold in my veins, blood in the streets
Kurt Cobain, summoning pain, you're fate in the hands of the motherf*cking reap
Meanwhile I sway with the earth and the wind and the trees
I'm so for real for real when I say f*ck the world
It's people who die everyday and you just want some pearls
You ain't even got a motive for life, run around to the left and the right
You ain't even got a motive for real, but yet you still hate me out of spite
Truth about ascension is it comes with the descendants
F*ck how you is living, it's a whole new intervention
I am the descendant of destructive new perspectives
I am the misgiving of a whole new damn dimension
I'm not the one of many, I'm not the one for any
I treat you like a mini-me, f*ckin rounds, give you plenty
Nothing was on accident and nothing was on purpose
And when I treat you like the enemy, I bet you find your purpose
You on some clown shit for real, get straight to the circus
And I'm getting hot as hell, bitch, feel like a furnace
It feel like electricity flowing through the circuits
And I'm not sweating a lie, the truth always on surface
When I let my ego take over for real, I let my ego take over for real
I'm like an eagle eye diving for real, I'm like a motherf*cking king in the hill
It's like I fell asleep in the classroom while leaning back on the chair
How i balance this shit
I got a life to live, I'm telling you, fate is a bitch
But would i be crossin the line to tell you my life isn't shit
Hold up, pose, flick
Picture me with all the riches
I got all the bitches
I got all I ever wanted
And I still don't mention all this pain and all this trauma
From the goddamn trenches
And it's holes inside my heart, the size of f*cking ditches
Can't nobody feel this pain that I've been feeling
And he think he think he in a dream, somebody come and pinch him
All it take is one lil sentence that could change his fate
You know that the tongue can spray, better watch what you gon' say
All it take is one more sentence, he gon' go out, blow his brains
All it take is one bad day, and news gon' put him on display
This shit could get critical, no I'm not o- f*ckin-Kay
This shit get political, better come and delegate
He got too much on his plate, 50 genes 100 traits
He just want 100 G's so he can buy a f*cking steak
But the black man is to melanated, so the white man come investigate him
And educate him, and domesticate him, and invest it in the human stock
Not livestock, and call him slave
Only difference between then and now is this is the modern day
It doesn't really matter what you choose
You still a f*ckin slave