MB3 Brown - Bury Me Now (feat. Chill Moody)
Lately I been thinking there's something wrong with my spiritI'm tryna talk to God but I start to think He don't hear me
When the lines are being drawn, and the competition's offended, I fight for the image
Never mind the couple of darts from the so-called "critics"
I been finding my worth
If the eye is of the beholder, my eye is the earth
I'm set out on breaking the curse
I laugh about it, 'cause I been through worse
It's family ties around my way, I gotta put them first
Words to the wise, and I'm making them proud
But nowadays, I'm losing friends to competition and word of mouth
What ever happened to thugging it out?
Super Bowls, I called a audible, so my whole team took a different route
You wouldn't love me when I'm gone, so please don't love me now
Showtime in my city, curtain call is when I take a bow
I write these words to give you something to think about
And I hope this letter finds you well as they bury me now
Aye, so who really calling me out?
Better watch ya back, 'cause the panther is on the prowl
Let's see what the hype about, could never throw in the towel
It's time to bury me now
I was ready to die since I put my pride to the side, and I started writing it down, so you really can thank me now
Hold your applause, 'cause I knew that I was a star
And I got it with or without, so it's time to bury me now
Here lies the one they theorize as king in their eyes
Pray for that rain, the game terrorized, we get clear skies
A clear mind led me to understanding that they fear mine
Watch where you stepping, these words is a weapon
They heard it was destined, no turn in direction, observed my progression
I earned my selection
At your discretion, I further these lessons
Cheers to the memories
Said I'm doing too much, like it's offending me
I'm out here like it's ten of me
Was born with a tendency to move independently
Task was mad taxing, dispelled all dependencies
Proses got them paid, closed doors tried to limit me
Roses on the grave, when it pours, they'll remember me
So who really calling me out?
The math ain't mathing, you yapping just for the clout
I climbed the mountain of doubt, I stood atop, and then shouted
You better bury me now
I was ready for war, yeah I been set on that route, and I plan to carry it out
Chasing several amounts, they couldn't weather the drought
The one who did it without, you better bury me now
Go head and bury me now
Written by:
Chill Moody, Mitchell Brown III
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