LeVae - 93 Lyrics

Broken pieces from puzzles that I could never fix
These Lil niggas getting high on Percocet and Benylin
Thinking that it's cool to be overdosing on medicine
Wasting your money trying to be slicker than rap veterans
Your lack of respect can never go unnoticed my niggah
You gotta keep it together keep it focused my niggah
Popping pills in the answer it's atrocious my nigga
Never go to bed thinking that your problems are bigger
Suicidal broken hearts like it started today
Like Romeo and Juliet wasn't part of the play
Don't fall for me we passing time don't get carried away
She said she love me I don't know what you want me to say
I'm a living Legend emerging up to the surface
Sipping the holy water while gracing earth with my presence
Bitches be lining up as they're getting ready for Blessings
Thinking life will be easy by selling their souls on credit
All you niggas a beefing what's with the passive aggression
You niggas acting like teens who could never pass adolescence
I Did What I thought was right in the moment and learnt a lesson
That women always mistaken your kindness for bad intentions
But f*ck your feelings a real nigga puts that shit in a box
I've been a beast on these bars and I'm never planning to stop
I'm a paper Chaser I'm chasing the paper straight to the top
I go by a lot of names who the f*ck are you calling Stox (Nigga)

It's either you with me or not
I'm not the same nigga that you knew from the Block
You're one of those bad decisions that I wish I forgot
You're a pessimistic bitch you always firing shots
You hate is holding me back from what I want to become
What I want to want to achieve I guess I need to be strong
I need to be a beast in the building like King Kong
My music's not for karaoke you can not sing along

Ventilating kind of releasing the pressure
Of being one of the rappers that's keeping them pressured
Bubblegum music isn't really a measure
I think you Trappers need a hug and a bit of attention
Teaching kids How to Dougie isn't really a lesson
Rapping about your crush isn't considered macking
You spread the rumors without any affirmative action
You know that bitches find snitches a little unattractive
93 nigga yeah I'm a born stunna
This ain't for the radio and trap lovers
This is for my niggas trying to make a profit
This is for the hustler's in the struggle
They're trying to get out the message
Trying to put in the words
Money and time invested their talents and never heard
The industry keeps you grounded when all you want is the surface
I know what it's like to finally make it out from the dirt
Whooo!

It just got personal little bit
See I don't like it when people try exploit me and shit
The industry's corrupt and Club promoters calling first dibs
On artist exploitation how the f*ck are we supposed to live
That's just my two cents on a lot of things
Get your head out the gutter nigga and take a swim
Ignorance is bliss but then you gotta know what's happening
Yellow is ok but I'm in love with the melanin
He who knows not that he knows not is a fool for Photoshopped photographs on Insta
I'm always chilling nezinja zam talking about melanin mamis, where you at Nana Brikwa
I start a conversation with a bottle of wine
She drinking out the bottle but I don't really mind
We're getting kinda tipsy would you look at the time
It's time I end this conversation, hope you read in the lines

I think that we're out of time
I'm expressing my side
I'm just living my life
Bye