King 20/20 - Captives lyrics

Intro: "...i'm just saying that sh**'s like everywhere you know what I mean? You look on the corner, you look on TV, you look at movies...you can just see that we, as a nation, are locked...we're in a f**ing rut right now. We're letting outside forces influence our decisions, that's just how we go about our business. You have somebody else tell you what's cool, what's not cool, be self consciousness, be better than what you are, be worse than what you are. You just gotta stand up on your own two, overcome that sh**."- KING Verse 1: I been ridin' solo for so long, so call me dolo Accept me as I are, broken art along with no dough Destroy this petty paycheck, they should jerk me off instead Workin' off these trends, (yo son f** yo lens) These hoes is with they bras off, this lighter to the molotov co*ktails for my garbage pals, drill the small talk Into the Rocnation, promise you won't be contemplatin' On choosin' the f**in' loser with his groove loose, see you who*es later Warm Coors on the pay phone, at the corner of seven eleven And seventh heaven I paged the gods for a lesson in hindsight Rolling papers on the dashboard puts my mind right Where the f** it need be, ya'll may be restless Rest easy get ya foot tappin' as a test yes Response pattern positive, i'm fluent with these constant hits Throw ya unos to you-know-who though, and get rewarded with my wit Hook: Plans is set in motion while you craft the reputation Dollas to the top like a Donald Trump nation The crew that you f** with, the money that you stuntin' It's shiny at first till it's rustin'. X2 Verse 2: I've chose my path, sold my wrath Payed my dues in cash, fed the fools some scraps Crapped a couple tapes out, lacking the crispy quality Got a better mic, been busy straight accomplishing Low cup show nuff', went a couple rounds Couldn't help it I was on the ground "God damn it there he go again Lookin' like an a** with his a** out, blasted, f**in' trash" Smashin', dashin', we in the store we grabbin' What the f** we want, what the f** we need: fantastic I'm a ba*tard in the eyes of my community You can find that usually i'm rummaging through pantries Do the equation, ya'll L 7's Worse than 9/11 times ten and You repeatin' lines, on and on makin' biggie cry Rollin' over in his grave, throw your albums in the bat cave Hook: Plans is set in motion while you craft the reputation Dollas to the top like a Donald Trump nation The crew that you f** with, the money that you stuntin' It's shiny at first till it's rustin'. X2