Hans Zimmer

(album: While We're Here - 2022)

New York ain't dead
It came back to life in the apocalypse
I done seen too much by 14 to be an optimist
Round Late Registration's drop, I learned about consequence
Before shit mellowed out, I saw a few Marty Collinses
Compliment? Bitch, I got accomplishments
You can't get switched on if you don't got accomplices
Everybody on the fence got pushed the fuck off the shit
So brace yourself before you lost your wrist you little cocky bitch
I make the workin man high art
Some round me was in silence so I broke down my circle like a pie chart
They only tough on radio, that's that iHeart
When the swag too try-hard, that's that he a lie mark
They ride waves, I catch sails on the penmanship
Only time I'm overboard's listening to their shit
Pirating the flows
Tide rise, you get exposed
Little diamonds in your Rolls
Say you enterprise and get sold
Cause you rent the shit
Homie, I'm the excrement
Stick your lil chests and turn a pest into a pessimist
I don't care if I'm meant for this, it's what I'm doin
Every marriage I seen was toxic, me and the game just another union
Who him? I feel like laughing
They feel like captions, I feel like passion
What you do for that hood you rep? I feel like asking
I mean like action
Now you just cash in on a lifestyle that you never lived
And you don't hand nothing back
Like it's third down in a shotgun set you in
Who you help?
You could be the TikTok star that you are but when that clock stop, oh boy...

This the soundtrack to a dark knight, bitch I'm Hans Zimmer
Amerikkka, everyone want be a winner
This that feeling like when the train stuck between stops
And you picked the wrong car cause you think you see a op
Tried to rob me for my [?] when I had North Face money
Don't end up on the wrong side of the hungry

Comin to you live from where the world burns and they don't give a motherfuck
But we applaud runner-ups
Cause you'd rather be rich people's assistants than to bet on yourself
So even the runner up
All the money's at the top, but they don't hear me
Concentration of wealth
Monstrous hatred of self
Propagating with selves at all costs to the state of health
Thoughts of Decatur's wealth
Trains of thought out of order, we lost the way to ourselves
Take a good look at you like
What DNA you got locked away in your cells?
Slaveowners is doin life in your bloodstream
How you gon' come clean if you ain't seeing the dirt up under your nails?
Act like we ask for too much
Your reality's a dumb dream so don't lump me with a flavor of the month
Bitch, I'm a staple
I'll starve before I take a seat at your fabled table
If they ain't able, they label
If they can't label, they hate you
I respond like, "Why, thank you"
Grateful
Don't think cause I'm trying go gluten-free that I won't come for your bread
Make your fans my fans and straight come for your head
They get intimidated, I get to be who I really am
And for this comfort, I bled
So you gonna respect

This the soundtrack to a dark night, bitch I'm Hans Zimmer
Amerikkka, everyone won't be a winner
This that feeling like when the train stuck between stops
And you picked the wrong car cause you think you see a op
Tried to rob me for my [?] when I had North Face money
Don't end up on the wrong side of the hungry