Knowda Legend - Insurrection Lyrics

I just want you know, I just want you to know
Hello world, my God, yeah
Back again, of course

When did they tell you about me
Where do they know you from
I'ma just get some new smoke
It weigh(s) about a lung
Tell me how you do it, I'll show you how it's done
Show you that we for it, I made a toast to crumbs
Never be wit it no more, scream till I ain't got no voice
Come from the mud, it's no choice
I was on the roll but no royce
I was on the road by myself
Never get approved for my help
Rerolling J's and not L's
Now my rosé is top shelf
But she sweet as the Vineyards
But by my tenure she riding it with six flags
But came for the king dominion
Oh, I know why they never change in the senate
The POV is the GOD
I was never dependent on Zeus
The truth is in the soup
My G's turn to troops
And the dream turn to proof
No masseuse I got the touch
Ain't too many I can trust
Get to where, doing what the hell I want
Doing what the hell I want

I got things to do
Why do you fake the truth
Mama might raise some hell
But She aint never raised no fool
I was never made to lose
Love how we made it through
Love for the haters too
But you don't wanna make a move
I got things to do
Why do you fake the truth
Mama might raise some hell
She aint never raised no fool
I was never made to lose
Love how we made it through
Love for the haters too
But you don't wanna make no move

Nah, before I knew it
Became a way to influence
But no matter how you spew it
You want it, you gotta do it
Your damn self love help
But I ain't help love
So what else
Drug could tighten my light bulbs
It's light Dog
Was scrubs
Riding on that passenger side
On my best friend ride
She's still alive in my eyes, yeah
I hope you hearin' me
Now it ain't no fear in me
At least I get to see you again
Then again
I miss the kicks, the rules
Of making us lose it
The whip, the chain, the game
Is all an illusion
My mom got hands
So with your hands
Salute it
You ain't in that water with sharks
Its too diluted
Confess it
You want the confusion
How you do it
Say you real then hate on the real
Who lettin' you in
She want to stick, the twix
With all the nougat
The master, I'm teachin' my teacher
So who the student

I got things to do
Why do you fake the truth
Mama might raise some hell
But she ain't never raised no fool
I was never made to lose
Love how we made it through
Love for the haters too
But you Don't wanna make a move
I got things to do
Why do you fake the truth
Mama might raise some hell
But she ain't never raised no fool
I was never made to lose
Love how we made it through
Love for the haters too
But you don't wanna make a move
Nah