Carter A. Wilson - Kindred lyrics

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Carter A. Wilson - Kindred lyrics

I got the mission on my mind My ambition never die If you in my business go get a grind My position hold line like I'm fishing Polar opposite of fiction f** the popular opinion Pen a Glock I'll pop ya like a pilly Kendrick the kindred spirit I'm spittin like a spigot at bigots and still tryna k** television really Hell is risen we living in it don't tell the Christians I respect the differences but they neglect to give a sh** about the kids and I protect the vision Middle digit let em fly like feathered pigeons And we need more love and less religion definitely Introspective with a blessed essence but they yet to feel me I'm only warming up I'm at ya neck All that flexing hella silly like a extra titty No wonder why you never left ya city These days I don't even find s** fulfilling I need excessive healing My depression building I'm feeling heavy heavy My word what I'm wielding It's all very scary Young Mr. Wilson But they still sleep They can't sign nor seal me, my will free Lil C History in the making I'm taking over Kick a n***a while he down and motivate a solider I must remain composure Daily dose the purp, adjust, and fake the sober And then I go to work, I'm taking orders But f** taking orders, b**h I'm taking over Getting paid is just another game of torture And the banks now a place of worship I can't escape the horror Why do they ignore us Bright Black lemme shine like baby oil I been distant a bit but it made me loyal And everybody digging it like I'm breaking soil In the neighborhood garden Carter's royal, smoking on Roy St Everybody who listening know the boy heat Til this wicked world destroy me Invincible my voice be Spitting just off principle these n***as so annoying Watch how I joy bring Even though I'm 22 and traumatized Carter airborne - Will I fall or fly? All i got is quality - Do I qualify? Motherf** ya dollar sign white collar crime I'm right above it like the bottom line f** a budget funny rappers bought they rhymes That's the norm now, norm now Whole world just a war ground Sword down, sword down And if they don't then it's f** em all like a who*e house

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