David The Peruvian - WELCOME lyrics

Y'all still don't get it...you just haven't learned That when you pick on the weak, when you neglect The attention that the deserve for so long... They come back...believe that [Verse 1: David the Peruvian] We are the oppressed Welcome to our nightmare, wonder what's next? Let me take a guess You want me to fight fair? Put my life into a box and leave it right there? f** that This is FATGODS learn who we are Your gavel is fake said Kendrick Lamar We know...the taste of the gravel the hate and the scars My father's sur, I believe the name February ninth, mama birthed a king I keep the same, no need to change My team is strong so I speak of fame Sparked a flame, now dark and deranged His brain took flight like a lark or a plane W-Words precise, stuck darts to a train With an AR he could even mark your gang What's he sayin' Are you blue or blood? I don't give a f** If you a G you a G, and that's true enough My main concern is do you bang this beat in a stupid club? Probably not, in this entire song there's no molly popped Respect to the kids on there nollie pops From otter pops, now hooked on d**, b**h oughta stop [Hook: Pete McBeezy, C.O. and David the Peruvian] They step to us, we knock em' down They oppressing us, so we had to spray a round They protest then test us They speak lies we can't trust We decline they threaten us We breath fie we mess em' up.(x2) [Verse 2: Mo] Look, I here what you say It's the same sh** every single day The talk of a dipsh**, lipstick prick With his dick no bigger than my ball-pen tip The roll of my thunder that's raining down The roar of a lion can't tame me now Consume any motherf**ing foolish clown And stick that f*ggot so far underground I'ma lay the facts down But the fact that I rap has me up in cla** now This swag that I've had since the past But past is the past and I can't look back how? Gone once again Y'all can't see me cause I'm light in the skin Gathering the haters with a paper and a pen I'm a skater innovator chasing paper til' I win Hittin' it raw with my dick in her jaw The pigs cannot catch what the wish they could charge No who*es at the store so no breaking the law k** the track off only thrity-two bars Spinnin' but still winnin' Sinnin' with a few women Never late for dinner I'm lit up. a Winner Reserved spot in heaven Livin' like I'm cutting short, like a villain I got no time for these hoes Or friends, I'm alone Staying home to defend Learning how to comprehend how I live My arms up, stuck from suspense It's me against the world I'm disabled like a crippled Talk of money, makes me think about some big goals Up on stage FATGODS ain't civil [Hook] We're starting a revolution You don't give us many choices...so we run out of options Listen...the anger you hear in our voices... That's for you... [Outro]