Lyrics

Song Title: 4 Da Luv Of Music
Artist: Glitch Arsonist


shit will change/
Fuck the game/
For the love of music/ I love to do this/
If im not singing will I sell units?/

Heyo shit will change/
Fuck the game/
Im in it for the money/
Not in it for the fame/
For the love of music/ I love to do this/
If im not singing will I sell units?/

Verse 1:


Non committal moves/ I was a menace to the rules/use my hand to write bars when I had the proper tools/ sinning, hate to lose addicted to the winning/ why there more dead soldiers then the niggaz living?/ old trucks, D?s creeping you could hear the snow crush/ hes not in trouble wanna help him out is what they told us/ cold nights, layering my clothes ducking frostbite/ is it warmer outside or close to the stove tight?/ scriptures translated/ death is mandated/ cant hate it negade it dictate it/fated, slated/ senile, denial, terrorism,pluralism, sickening evictions the list is coexistent/ you cant relate to me you havent seen what ive saw/ made my way from the outer layer to the core/ they.. killing the boss/ they burning the cross/ but they don?t understand extinction is a permanent lost/

Hook:

Heyo shit will change/
Fuck the game/
Im in it for the money/
Not in it for the fame/
For the love of music/ I love to do this/
If im not singing will I sell units?/

(Repeat)


Verse 2:
Silent death../ bullets spray hands tryna block his death/ guard his chest/ pain rising climbing up his Nike sweats/ young and wild crazy was the kid/ he neva gave a fuck! it was crazy what he did/ cold chains, watches/ cold jeans and mock necks/ hustled on the block yeah I did it for the profit/ rigamortiz imported we keep the grams assorted/ record it/ we pitch it out they love how I bought it/ wrap the pack/ clap back, goons where my packs at/ back track, wrist leaning back when I clap back/ part your rib/ throw you off a bridge now its hard to live/ land flat, pants black traumas what your life lacks/ dark clouds, tears drop god growls/ walking through the sea stop! waves bow down/ made my way to my chair full of coral reefs/ disbelief, strong belief, praising glitch in high relief/




Hook #2:

Heyo shit will change/
Fuck the game/
Im in it for the money/
Not in it for the fame/
For the love of music/ I love to do this/
If im not singing will I sell units?/

(Repeat)

Verse 3:

I cant make an honest living thanx to the government/ pitching on the block selling rocks yeah im thugging it/ fuck life!! Dying slow laughing in his death bed/ its funny you not appreciated till ya dead/ rated 5 mics on his albums records didn?t sale/ had to hustle on the block ended up in jail/ thug poet consistent top 5 lyricist 8th album out and the god is still killing it/ music never outdated alyways living/ you could say the best rapper was alive but he wasn?t living/ ruthless smoke pot they called him a loser/ no lines on his palm he had no future/ cold days late night sleeping in the park/ it was pitch black in his life, his eyes adjusted to the dark/ skinny, struggling, hardly living/ while niggaz sat back getting fat off of easy living/

Hook #3:

Heyo shit will change/
Fuck the game/
Im in it for the money/
Not in it for the fame/
For the love of music/ I love to do this/
If im not singing will I sell units?/

(Repeat)