Mulú - They Say (feat. T3azo) Lyrics

Get on your grind they say
They Say
You gotta sacrifice your time they say
They Say
You want the clout then get in line
Oh that's what they say
Pardon my French bro, but wtf are they
Dumb down your rhymes they say
They say
Relationships can help the grind
They say
You want the clout then get in line
Yeah, ok, ok
But once again mayne
Who the f*ck is they
Cuz I've been sitting at my desk
Cuttin clips
Instrumental double clicks
Building Obsession for the gift
Holding back on throwing fits
Cuz I don't think they know I spit
Won't come to a gig
So I'm I'm blessin a crowd of seven
I guess they don't give a shit
Cuz I'm coming off as a reverend
When really Im just reflecting
Passing off hard headed lessons
What's a legend without bouts of doubt
Contemplating quitting
Picking up shifts for the wealth
I bet they thought that I fell off
I kill the game with the stealth
Sam Fisher
A vet
They treat me like a rookie
I Guess I'm Zion taking all the respect
Or lack thereof
And using it as fuel to be the best
I'm focused on the quest
A Q perfectionist
Mulling over tiny details now I'm stressed
Grip the chest
Cuz Im feeling pressed
To make the city claim I'm the best
Validation I'll never get till they tell y'all that I left
This earth to bless the afterlife with rhymes that y'all ain't heard yet
Get on your grind they say
They Say
You gotta sacrifice your time they say
They Say
You want the clout then get in line
Oh that's what they say
Pardon my French bro, but wtf are they
Dumb down your rhymes they say
They say
Relationships can help the grind
They say
You want the clout then get in line
Yeah, ok, ok
But once again mayne
Who the f*ck is they
So what that they overlook
They just ain't my crowd
My time will come around
Make em kiss upon my ground
Even Cole had to leave to get the dream
No one to blame but me
Keeping distance from the sun
Because I'm scared to burn my wings
Fallin to the earth
A sinner earning his way back
Can I do it with the tracks
Or will they scoff and laugh
Call it nigger music
My city stuck in the past
Hard for the dream to breathe
Within this noose littered path
Or maybe I'm really trash
People feeling bad
Placing pats upon my back
Yo make a song about this and that
I give em observation
But they way to soft for that
Tried to give em braggadocio
I'm too old head on a track
Then I trash em acapella
I'm a spoken word poet
So f*ck the opinions
I'm just dope and y'all don't notice
Lovers of y'all selves
My gen is lacking that focus
A contradiction Track
But Making sure that u know who the GOAT is
Get on your grind they say
They Say
You gotta sacrifice your time they say
They Say
You want the clout then get in line
Oh that's what they say
Pardon my French bro, but wtf are they
Dumb down your rhymes they say
They say
Relationships can help the grind
They say
You want the clout then get in line
Yeah, ok, ok
But once again mayne
Who the f*ck is they
Distracted like ohh look a butterfly
Afraid of the truth
We in love with lies
Don't give a f*ck
We just turn this bitch up
Fake rebels are those that get televised
Oh he got cash let me idolize
But you won't see what they wanna disguise
If you did you would probably hang up your mic
I do this shit because I love to write
If I didn't I'd meet Demise
Court her for all of eternity
Y'all would probably never even heard of me
But music without my name in it
That shit sounding absurd to me
Y'all want the clout over beats cuz you think that it's real
But y'all sound unsure to me
Get on your grind they say
They Say
You gotta sacrifice your time they say
They Say
You want the clout then get in line
Oh that's what they say
Pardon my French bro, but wtf are they
Dumb down your rhymes they say
They say
Relationships can help the grind
They say
You want the clout then get in line
Yeah, ok, ok
But once again mayne
Who the f*ck is they