OneTakeDrew - Pro Bono lyrics
(As I, Hey) [Verse 1] Let's, Get it cracking like I'm tryna make a omelette Sprinkle a lil cheese on my problems that resolves that Hold up! Temporarily though, they'll come back Search the wide world for solutions to dissolve that I'm 6'5" guess the devil likes a tall back Cause he's on mine like explosives in a combat I need conclusions so Lucius'll never call back I mean the truth is my roots essentially all black So, I guess that comes with the territory I'm tryna flip the script, director write me a better story This, is Boy Meets World No, World Meets Boy n***a I'm a much better Cory The real McCoy, I'm no decoy Just, a thorough n***a who gets right to the point Who woulda known the voice of reason raps and grabs on his loins If she's drinking Ima tell her keep going Cause drunk women tell no tales they're some two-sided coins And truth is music to my ears With or without a beat, it's something we don't ever hear, enough of Music for just clubs Gon help ya party all weekend till The morning in deacons realm But, I'm who the people feel Ask ya self why the f** do the people care and what gives the people chills, huh What do people hear? The flow is cold I'm told That winter season feel, bundle up your speakers dear I say now, now, now The flow is cold I'm told That winter season feel, bundle up your speakers dear Hey! I do this sh** pro bono A man of the people, still tryna get it on my own though Yeah! I do this sh** pro bono [Hook] (Hey) This one's for my people This one's for my people (And you should love that) (Yeah hey) I do this sh** pro bono (Hey) This one's for the people (I know you love that) This one's for the people (Uh-huh-eh, Uh-huh-eh-eh-eh) (Yeah hey) [Verse 2: SWC) Who gives a sh** what you f**s say, or what these ducks say, I Crack mirrors when I show face/ But yall ain't heard one word yet/ So let me explode on this mic like I got propane breath/ I'm from the District homey, yea the c**aine steps/ 202 representa with 410 ties/ My Baltimore homies know the reign(rain) like h**ne skies/ We both familiar with big hands and 8 ball eyes But I sympathize, photosynthesize/ And breathe carbon into your lungs lyrically energized/ I'm King Kong with the tongue/ Even if I'm unsung I'm still famous to me so you haters lost one/ This introvert can still flip ya skirt/ (hold up) Don't get it twisted like a pretzel twerp/ My knee-jerk reaction is louder than blown gaskets/ Im 3o plus and im old fashioned and wardrobe mashin'/ You new rappers ain't got no pa**ion, no sk**s, or no respect for the old rappers/ And if history teaches anything man it repeats itself/ So shout out to the pioneers and the bridge yall built/ But on the flip-side no need for crying over spilled milk/ You either become an agent of change or a slave to the game (so uh) Here's my precursor/ As I publicly apologize, f** the radio sodomize [Hook] (Yeah) I do this sh** pro bono (Hey) This one's for my people This one's for my people (Yeah hey) I do this sh** pro bono (Hey, hey) This one's for the people This one's for the people (Yeah hey) This one's for the people This one's for the people (Yeah hey)