That'll Be The Day

Gothic Rap continues with That'll Be The Day! Support real rap and keep it alive by spreading the word! Follow your shadow to what could be.. -Killa G That’ll Be The Day: Addicted to the pain, since the day i was slapped; Born hooked to the game, dna made of crack; I was left on the steps of a group home trap; Where you pray, for a day, that is safe, just to nap; But No love lose for my mother or my dad; Really, how can you lose out on love you never had; I’m always in my feelings, I was left in a bag; That was left, on the steps, of a drug rehab; I was born with a name, but that name, changed fast; Each slave name, given, gives away, daves, past; Dave, well he was sellin weed, back when he was cuttin class; Bruce, he was sellin krillz, back when they had colored caps; Killa, he was poppin off, everytime they dared to laugh; You, you still mad that your own hood gave me a pass; And no Shag; R.I.P Arab; Who hated all you fake niggas too, That’s facts! HOOK You killin me, that’ll be the day; I loved sellin crack, it taught me how to feel more; I’m the shit G; I got history; I can feel love, but i can’t feel people; Even at my end, I’m still gonna win; That’s right, Money over life; These dudes out here. all they respect is fear; I bet you remember that, I aint gonna let it go; VERSE 2 Let it go; Karma needs to grow; Keep intentions in the shadows, never let um show; Brag in your home, but be humble on the road; Always dress bummy, keep your money on the low; And I teach these lessons, cus these lessons need told; If your dad wasn’t there, Uncle Brucey plays the role; Adopted by the dead, I adapted on the road; I was Nomad liven, calling no land home; I was lost at sea, we talking, no land hoe; Until I got straight to money, I’m the green arrow; I’m a hero to the hustles, who curse out their customers; Keep product, so good, they still gonna fuck wit ya; Only low ball, when you tryin to build a cliental; And always give a play, every time you make a giant sale; And always get away or one day, you will die in jail; And work alone, cus your homies wanna see you fail; HOOK 2 VERSE 3 What you thought? I would forget? Theres a reason why, we aint never gonna talk again; Forgiveness is the trait, of soft gentleman; Or weak minded men, and I aint never been them; I mean, fool me once, never fool me again; If we aint cool now, than we wasn’t cool then; Its the same old shit, like we was watching saw 10; Friends separate, even Rick lost Glen; I mean, pipe down dude, what i owe you; I know you claim to know me, but I don’t know you; We aint homies, we aint go thru; You aint never been around like you supposed to; Never seen that, never watched you in the hood; Support your own brother and the misunderstood; You don’t love the victimized, even though, that is you; You aint never take the time, to put your mind, in other’s shoes; HOOK 3 VERSE 4 There he go! That’s not my homie; That’s a beggin nigga, always askin for a bogie; Never puts in, always askin for the roachie; I swipe him on the train, everyday, he still owe me; That’s the type of dude, you go to the bathroom, he’ll take your spot; Type to hop the fence, with a backpack, and make it hot; Type of dude, you send for a dutch, up the block; Type of dude, who get’s the weed for you, but never cops; Damn thats fine, just tired of the shit; You gotta grind to get yours, be a man not a mitch; You aint never been a man, never handled a grip; You got a pic on instagram, with your hand on your hip; So…