Uhh
Tired of the bullshit man
Okay
Errbody gets
A f*cking opinion
I get that
Errbody gets to say something
But like
What are you doing tho
Man, what are you even doing
Tho
Oh, you nothing but talk, huh
Ay
You ain't a hero
You ain't a philosopher, mane
You ain't a scholar
And if you are I'm
Surprised you even graduated
Ah-CHOO
Ooh
Sorry
Ah
I'm allergic to bullshit
All Lives Matter mother f*ckers
Over crying for attention
Like the preacher standing up
On the pulpit
They got about the same
Amount of conviction
They yelling at the
Same damn volume
Only difference is
If the nigga splits and yells
In public
He gon catch a conviction
Ha, funny
Did you get it?
Cause they'd shoot him on sight
F*ck you mean
He'd be dead on scene
With no God might
Stopping all the cop lights
Skrrrrt
Pop, pop, pop
Then darkness
And they-a blame it on a
Lack of smartness
I swear to the God that
Ain't save the preacher
Imma teach you
Bigots to ease back
And don't make me spark this
Hole in your chest
Cause I swear you're heartless
This ain't your place to
Place blame so park it
I'm T Bark
And you're damn right
I'm barking
My far kin deserve more
Love than dark sin
Throw offends to a nigga
One more 'gain tho
Go ahead
Throw your best punch
I'm mental
I want love
And you show fear
And you rude speak
But you're so weak
So it's off gloves
You don't want it simple
I'm over it
Ain't typing shit
Rather give an open diss
My feet hurt from marching
But I don't give no f*cks
It's crucial we do what we do
Til it's over
Feel dumb to say that
But that's rap
Telling crap happening
So niggas can take back
A piece of the pie
Got a clenched fist up in the sky
And then die
What if a slave don't know it
Can't figure it out
Cause the world looks good
Big places they goin'
But they can't get out
Life drought
What if a slave don't know it
Can't figure it out
Can't figure- ah
What if a slave don't know it
Can't
Life drought
(Fire in the streets
See the people
Throwing Molotov's
Knuckles and buckles and
Bullets spraying from the
Sawed off
I need a re-bel-lion
Or I'll start it alone
Ain't been a slave to nothing
So busting's the way that it go
Put your hands up
For the people in the back
Put your hands up
Know they tryna
Keep us on the crack
Put your hands up
This a last stand
Nigga stand up
Brother stand up
Sister stand up
Put them hands up
I need a re-bel-lion
Or I'll start it alone
Ain't been a slave to nothing
So busting's the way that it go
Ahh)
Honestly dizzy with anger
And all that I wanted was for it
To stop
I see statuses
Breakfast and dinner and
Far in between about
Bullets and niggas and cops
I feel so tool-ish
Just to have this verse
Shit though is only ever
Getting worse
And if I don't get right on
This banger to curse
I might lose all control
Til you needing a hearse
Church
T tryna be
For the free dream
Puffing tree
All my chi needs centering
Scream
(We the kings)
Bleed from the knees
Stinging bees
Wonder what I need
What it seem
Steeds to the grease
Gross state of being
Tea, drink mean
For the minding b
Sheep tryna see
Peep when a nigga feed
'Stead of tryna lead
Breathe with a boom
Sing in your key
Frown for the cheese
Be the beast they tryna flee
When they in their sleep
What if a slave don't know it
Can't figure it out
Cause the world looks good
Big places they goin'
But they can't get out
Life drought
What if a slave don't know it
Can't figure it out
Can't figure- ah
What if a slave don't know it
Can't
Life drought
(Fire in the streets
See the people
Throwing Molotov's
Knuckles and buckles and
Bullets spraying from the
Sawed off
I need a re-bel-lion
Or I'll start it alone
Ain't been a slave to nothing
So busting's the way that it go
Put your hands up
For the people in the back
Put your hands up
Know they tryna
Keep us on the crack
Put your hands up
This a last stand
Nigga stand up
Brother stand up
Sister stand up
Put them hands up
I need a re-bel-lion
Or I'll start it alone
Ain't been a slave to nothing
So busting's the way that it go
Ahh)
JT Stone - Life Drought Lyrics
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Uhh
Tired of the bullshit man
Okay
Errbody gets
A f*cking opinion
I get that
Errbody gets to say something
But like
What are you doing tho
Man, what are you even doing
Tho
Oh, you nothing but talk, huh
Ay
You ain't a hero
You ain't a philosopher, mane
You ain't a scholar
And if you are I'm
Surprised you even graduated
Ah-CHOO
Ooh
Sorry
Ah
I'm allergic to bullshit
All Lives Matter mother f*ckers
Over crying for attention
Like the preacher standing up
On the pulpit
They got about the same
Amount of conviction
They yelling at the
Same damn volume
Only difference is
If the nigga splits and yells
In public
He gon catch a conviction
Ha, funny
Did you get it?
Cause they'd shoot him on sight
F*ck you mean
He'd be dead on scene
With no God might
Stopping all the cop lights
Skrrrrt
Pop, pop, pop
Then darkness
And they-a blame it on a
Lack of smartness
I swear to the God that
Ain't save the preacher
Imma teach you
Bigots to ease back
And don't make me spark this
Hole in your chest
Cause I swear you're heartless
This ain't your place to
Place blame so park it
I'm T Bark
And you're damn right
I'm barking
My far kin deserve more
Love than dark sin
Throw offends to a nigga
One more 'gain tho
Go ahead
Throw your best punch
I'm mental
I want love
And you show fear
And you rude speak
But you're so weak
So it's off gloves
You don't want it simple
I'm over it
Ain't typing shit
Rather give an open diss
My feet hurt from marching
But I don't give no f*cks
It's crucial we do what we do
Til it's over
Feel dumb to say that
But that's rap
Telling crap happening
So niggas can take back
A piece of the pie
Got a clenched fist up in the sky
And then die
What if a slave don't know it
Can't figure it out
Cause the world looks good
Big places they goin'
But they can't get out
Life drought
What if a slave don't know it
Can't figure it out
Can't figure- ah
What if a slave don't know it
Can't
Life drought
(Fire in the streets
See the people
Throwing Molotov's
Knuckles and buckles and
Bullets spraying from the
Sawed off
I need a re-bel-lion
Or I'll start it alone
Ain't been a slave to nothing
So busting's the way that it go
Put your hands up
For the people in the back
Put your hands up
Know they tryna
Keep us on the crack
Put your hands up
This a last stand
Nigga stand up
Brother stand up
Sister stand up
Put them hands up
I need a re-bel-lion
Or I'll start it alone
Ain't been a slave to nothing
So busting's the way that it go
Ahh)
Honestly dizzy with anger
And all that I wanted was for it
To stop
I see statuses
Breakfast and dinner and
Far in between about
Bullets and niggas and cops
I feel so tool-ish
Just to have this verse
Shit though is only ever
Getting worse
And if I don't get right on
This banger to curse
I might lose all control
Til you needing a hearse
Church
T tryna be
For the free dream
Puffing tree
All my chi needs centering
Scream
(We the kings)
Bleed from the knees
Stinging bees
Wonder what I need
What it seem
Steeds to the grease
Gross state of being
Tea, drink mean
For the minding b
Sheep tryna see
Peep when a nigga feed
'Stead of tryna lead
Breathe with a boom
Sing in your key
Frown for the cheese
Be the beast they tryna flee
When they in their sleep
What if a slave don't know it
Can't figure it out
Cause the world looks good
Big places they goin'
But they can't get out
Life drought
What if a slave don't know it
Can't figure it out
Can't figure- ah
What if a slave don't know it
Can't
Life drought
(Fire in the streets
See the people
Throwing Molotov's
Knuckles and buckles and
Bullets spraying from the
Sawed off
I need a re-bel-lion
Or I'll start it alone
Ain't been a slave to nothing
So busting's the way that it go
Put your hands up
For the people in the back
Put your hands up
Know they tryna
Keep us on the crack
Put your hands up
This a last stand
Nigga stand up
Brother stand up
Sister stand up
Put them hands up
I need a re-bel-lion
Or I'll start it alone
Ain't been a slave to nothing
So busting's the way that it go
Ahh)
Tired of the bullshit man
Okay
Errbody gets
A f*cking opinion
I get that
Errbody gets to say something
But like
What are you doing tho
Man, what are you even doing
Tho
Oh, you nothing but talk, huh
Ay
You ain't a hero
You ain't a philosopher, mane
You ain't a scholar
And if you are I'm
Surprised you even graduated
Ah-CHOO
Ooh
Sorry
Ah
I'm allergic to bullshit
All Lives Matter mother f*ckers
Over crying for attention
Like the preacher standing up
On the pulpit
They got about the same
Amount of conviction
They yelling at the
Same damn volume
Only difference is
If the nigga splits and yells
In public
He gon catch a conviction
Ha, funny
Did you get it?
Cause they'd shoot him on sight
F*ck you mean
He'd be dead on scene
With no God might
Stopping all the cop lights
Skrrrrt
Pop, pop, pop
Then darkness
And they-a blame it on a
Lack of smartness
I swear to the God that
Ain't save the preacher
Imma teach you
Bigots to ease back
And don't make me spark this
Hole in your chest
Cause I swear you're heartless
This ain't your place to
Place blame so park it
I'm T Bark
And you're damn right
I'm barking
My far kin deserve more
Love than dark sin
Throw offends to a nigga
One more 'gain tho
Go ahead
Throw your best punch
I'm mental
I want love
And you show fear
And you rude speak
But you're so weak
So it's off gloves
You don't want it simple
I'm over it
Ain't typing shit
Rather give an open diss
My feet hurt from marching
But I don't give no f*cks
It's crucial we do what we do
Til it's over
Feel dumb to say that
But that's rap
Telling crap happening
So niggas can take back
A piece of the pie
Got a clenched fist up in the sky
And then die
What if a slave don't know it
Can't figure it out
Cause the world looks good
Big places they goin'
But they can't get out
Life drought
What if a slave don't know it
Can't figure it out
Can't figure- ah
What if a slave don't know it
Can't
Life drought
(Fire in the streets
See the people
Throwing Molotov's
Knuckles and buckles and
Bullets spraying from the
Sawed off
I need a re-bel-lion
Or I'll start it alone
Ain't been a slave to nothing
So busting's the way that it go
Put your hands up
For the people in the back
Put your hands up
Know they tryna
Keep us on the crack
Put your hands up
This a last stand
Nigga stand up
Brother stand up
Sister stand up
Put them hands up
I need a re-bel-lion
Or I'll start it alone
Ain't been a slave to nothing
So busting's the way that it go
Ahh)
Honestly dizzy with anger
And all that I wanted was for it
To stop
I see statuses
Breakfast and dinner and
Far in between about
Bullets and niggas and cops
I feel so tool-ish
Just to have this verse
Shit though is only ever
Getting worse
And if I don't get right on
This banger to curse
I might lose all control
Til you needing a hearse
Church
T tryna be
For the free dream
Puffing tree
All my chi needs centering
Scream
(We the kings)
Bleed from the knees
Stinging bees
Wonder what I need
What it seem
Steeds to the grease
Gross state of being
Tea, drink mean
For the minding b
Sheep tryna see
Peep when a nigga feed
'Stead of tryna lead
Breathe with a boom
Sing in your key
Frown for the cheese
Be the beast they tryna flee
When they in their sleep
What if a slave don't know it
Can't figure it out
Cause the world looks good
Big places they goin'
But they can't get out
Life drought
What if a slave don't know it
Can't figure it out
Can't figure- ah
What if a slave don't know it
Can't
Life drought
(Fire in the streets
See the people
Throwing Molotov's
Knuckles and buckles and
Bullets spraying from the
Sawed off
I need a re-bel-lion
Or I'll start it alone
Ain't been a slave to nothing
So busting's the way that it go
Put your hands up
For the people in the back
Put your hands up
Know they tryna
Keep us on the crack
Put your hands up
This a last stand
Nigga stand up
Brother stand up
Sister stand up
Put them hands up
I need a re-bel-lion
Or I'll start it alone
Ain't been a slave to nothing
So busting's the way that it go
Ahh)
Writer: Thomas Barker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid