Fearless Songtext
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Fearless Songtext
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No more rappin′ 'bout how real I am
Y′all have no clue who I really am
Uh, and I don't fear any man
No, I wasn't made off of Instagram
Mommy tried, daddy couldn′t make it
The streets called and I couldn′t shake it
My soul is bare, feelin' naked
Only a chosen few can relate it, hey
Look at these rappers dyin′, they toss us in Rikers Island
We wake up to niggas rattin' and braggin′ 'bout testifyin′
Hop in our different Benzes, menagin' with different women
Not knowin' who we should trust, is it God or the politicians?
Crazy, this shit is crazy, the ghetto, it got our babies
The diamonds that′s in this Rollie bring niggas to feelin′ hate me
Lookin' at what they feedin′ us, blame it on social media
Court know who you follow, tomorrow ain't gettin′ easier
Hustlin' out of hunger
Tell me, how can they judge us inside of these courtrooms? Look
Nobody love us, power is in the dollar
Searchin′ for a solution, I show 'em both of my hands
Think quick before they shoot me, it's harder to keep my focus
Standin′ here feelin′ hopeless
Lord, I need a drink, so I'm prayin′ the club is open
Hopin' just for a blessin′, the purpose in my intention
Wishin' that y′all don't wait 'til they kill me to get the message
If you′re really real, let me hear you say, "Yes," now
When you′re really real, maybe you can say less now
And if you know, you know, if you don't, you better ask somebody
Talkin′ that so-so, gonna end up gettin' at somebody
Then I become that old me again
Then I become that old me again
Jewelry and wife-beaters, the pistol inside the Bimmer
My homies is ex-felons, my women workin′ at Cheaters
Notice my paranoia, I'm droppin′ my baggage on ya
The best way to deal with the pain is to tat it on ya
Is it a hell or a heaven? My mama believe the reverend
My people gon' make the news, you seen this on Channel 7
Toastin' with Henny bottles, go home with any model
Prison′s full of the homies, wish they were freein′ tomorrow
Poppin' at different parties, I pop her if she allow me
I pop up and then I make sure they see me in the Ferrari
Feelin′ like I'm untouchable, grindin′ and never comfortable
Put 'em in situations to see if they really fuck with you
Show me who really lead us, our leaders just mislead us
I′ll never allow my son to ever feel defeated
Hopin' just for a blessin', the purpose in my intention
Wishin′ y′all don't wait ′til they kill me to get the message
If you're really real, let me hear you say, "Yes," now
When you′re really real, maybe you can say less now
And if you know, you know, if you don't, you better ask somebody
Talkin′ that so-so, gonna end up gettin' at somebody
Then I become that old me again
Then I become that old me again
No more rappin′ 'bout how real I am
Y′all have no clue who I really am
Uh, and I don't fear any man
No, I wasn't made off of Instagram
Mommy tried, daddy couldn′t make it
The streets called and I couldn′t shake it
My soul is bare, feelin' naked
Only a chosen few can relate it, hey
Look at these rappers dyin′, they toss us in Rikers Island
We wake up to niggas rattin' and braggin′ 'bout testifyin′
Hop in our different Benzes, menagin' with different women
Not knowin' who we should trust, is it God or the politicians?
Crazy, this shit is crazy, the ghetto, it got our babies
The diamonds that′s in this Rollie bring niggas to feelin′ hate me
Lookin' at what they feedin′ us, blame it on social media
Court know who you follow, tomorrow ain't gettin′ easier
Hustlin' out of hunger
Tell me, how can they judge us inside of these courtrooms? Look
Nobody love us, power is in the dollar
Searchin′ for a solution, I show 'em both of my hands
Think quick before they shoot me, it's harder to keep my focus
Standin′ here feelin′ hopeless
Lord, I need a drink, so I'm prayin′ the club is open
Hopin' just for a blessin′, the purpose in my intention
Wishin' that y′all don't wait 'til they kill me to get the message
If you′re really real, let me hear you say, "Yes," now
When you′re really real, maybe you can say less now
And if you know, you know, if you don't, you better ask somebody
Talkin′ that so-so, gonna end up gettin' at somebody
Then I become that old me again
Then I become that old me again
Jewelry and wife-beaters, the pistol inside the Bimmer
My homies is ex-felons, my women workin′ at Cheaters
Notice my paranoia, I'm droppin′ my baggage on ya
The best way to deal with the pain is to tat it on ya
Is it a hell or a heaven? My mama believe the reverend
My people gon' make the news, you seen this on Channel 7
Toastin' with Henny bottles, go home with any model
Prison′s full of the homies, wish they were freein′ tomorrow
Poppin' at different parties, I pop her if she allow me
I pop up and then I make sure they see me in the Ferrari
Feelin′ like I'm untouchable, grindin′ and never comfortable
Put 'em in situations to see if they really fuck with you
Show me who really lead us, our leaders just mislead us
I′ll never allow my son to ever feel defeated
Hopin' just for a blessin', the purpose in my intention
Wishin′ y′all don't wait ′til they kill me to get the message
If you're really real, let me hear you say, "Yes," now
When you′re really real, maybe you can say less now
And if you know, you know, if you don't, you better ask somebody
Talkin′ that so-so, gonna end up gettin' at somebody
Then I become that old me again
Then I become that old me again
Writer(s): Rick Nowels, William E. Steinberg, Marie Claire D'ubaldo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

