Fay'd & ZEDsBAR - Promised Land

It's Fay'd
Zeds
Yeah, listen (mhh)
I dunno about soul ties
'Cause my heart is sublime like it's dry ice
Or when to say what line
But I know that I'm clutchin' before it gets to crunch time
I've had two lives which grass is greener?
Do I want a German, am I trapping in a Beamer?
It's a cold world we in and I ain't got a heater
And I give these sermons, but I ain't a preacher
At times the well runs dry and it's just sand
Maybe I couldn't eat good and the food was bland
But the team got my back and we in command
And we got one mission: reach the promised land
And if bro ain't got the nine, he ain't sleeping right
And when them man come for him you know its fight or flight
He might get his revenge do it out of spite
And then set shit ablaze under the candle light
When he does this job he do it out of sight
When the wolves howl he's moving through the night
Upon some reflection, did it feed his apetite?
Now he's got survivors guilt, did he do it right?
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep when the doors are closed
I wonder can I live anyway the wind blows?
If I get belittled will I ever grow?
And I can only stay sane if I charge it tho
(Woah)
But you already know
Cause that's how the thing goes
And I may never get the chance to be a hero
But I can't be regular for me that's zero
I'm not fun to be played with like play dough
And the team comes through whenever I say so
I wanna drip in ice like I'm frozone
My rap ain't got holes like the ozone
'Cause in this Irish drill I'm the heir
And you know that I'm repping Eire
Haters said that I'm never going clear
Ima blow worldwide while they watch and stare
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know how we is yeah
Ayo come on bro let them know we ain't the same
l ain't the only one changing up the game
Word need to make our characters the main
I got brothers with me wanting claim to the fame
Focused team got me spitting on the stage
I let loose on the track now you know about Fay'd
Top striker I call this guy son or kane
Yo Zeds let em know about your name
Yo I'd never start this shit but let's be cool I know some fighters
Bro's a lose cannon and I'm pocketing all the lighters
He said keep them birds tight but the circle kinda tighter
Stupid fucking moves in a four figure attire
Yo I'm talented I swear but I ain't ever been a trier
Wanna put that guy on, yo I know he's holding fire
But ever since it popped off situation dire
Think it's a matter of opinion, Ion think anyone's a liar
Like calm down bro like I swear you got it twisted
He said this, he done that I swear I must've missed it
I'm a peacekeeping eejit tryna mix together misfits
You sabotage this we just gon add ye to the hitlist
No sleep, spare bed, bro Happy Christmas
Chuffed with my materials, that girl on my wish list
But winter kinda sad so I need some weed to skip this
And my hands like my feet, yo I need my bro to flip this
Like my future looking prosperous? Nah I ain't seen no sight
Half five, phone calls, literally I seen no light
Humble by myself think I've always preferred no spite
But fuck those kinda thoughts, I'm in the studio up all night
Whatche mean he gotta leave? That's my co-sign
Dressed up, stepped out, showtime, best dressed low life
No one seems to know me except my brodie and my dopeline
And I can tell how he be feeling by his voice on the phone line
Impact to the ground, yo that sound still haunts me
But fuck him and his créatine that blood be on the concrete
So many plants have my boys like zombies
I got plans for each everyone like please don't rob me
Zedsbar in the fucking building man
You feel me
Ai Fay'd, shoutout Fay'd man

Written by:
Fayed Ojewale, Ziryan Mohieden

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