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letra de revenge - dreamville, lute & omen

[intro: ari lennox]
ooh-ah
ooh-ooh-ooh
hey-yeah-yeah
ooh-ah
ooh-ah, ooh-ah
ooh-ah
ooh-ooh-ooh
ah-ah-ah
ooh-ah, ooh-ah
h-ll yeah, yeah (ayy-ayy)
h-ll yeah
hey-hey

[verse 1: doctur dot]
who gon’ find the lost souls?
in atlanta shapeshifters and trolls, how did i get here?
my magic carpet unraveled (woo)
you scroll through all the channels with your fraudulent financials
blame your mama ’cause you started with hardstanders
we gon’ pray on that (oh lord)
always had my flow, i used to lay on that
you can say it face to face, facts
you no longer need it, make your way on back
you can’t escape what you attract, or what you say on wax
please don’t overthink on that

[verse 2: childish major]
like-like-like, like-like-like, like-like-like
who gon’ find that lost boy?
high cl-ss that she fall for him
them whispers get lost and breezes got them whisper, man he call for me
cvs is hiring and when you drop your application, get some halls for me
coughin’ hard, but ain’t no need to get that coffin for me
ain’t nothin’ serious, just it’s cold and all the n-ggas on new levels
got through locks so i’m past the codes, outchea tho
queen city but no b-tch on my roads
i’ma own that b-tch though, can’t front on my bill folds, sittin’ on gold

[chorus: ari lennox]
ooh-ooh-ooh
ayy-yee, yee (ooh-ah, ooh-ah)
ooh-ooh-woah, ooh-ah

[verse 3: lute]
i used to look, down on myself
like, what am i missin’?
now i, go to the bank
now they, talk to me different
can you split that in 20’s, hunnids, a couple 50’s?
i used to get curved, now b-tches dm they t-tties
old friends turn to foes, can’t bring f-ck n-ggas with me like
f-ck it i’m ready to go, n-ggas be actin’ like hoes
b-tches be tryna get chose, that’s just the way that sh-t go
you can’t complain if you broke, get you some money and clothes
i got some money with goals
i know i ain’t perfect, barely worth it
been an -ssh0l- lately but not on purpose, sh-t be on my mind
i look around like, “d-mn, ain’t n0body on my side”
but never question if i’m down to ride

[verse 4: omen]
tripped the hurdle but the ground i walk is fertile
give you cl-ssic quotes just for kicks like virgil
look who in my circle
the ones that knew me when the nights was hurtful
wins, i got a ton like churchill
but what about the losses overcome, i wasn’t oprah’s son
’round my way they holdin’ guns, i’m more like roberson, i’m not a shooter
all i did was show love, like the kamasutra
i was tryna find what’s truer
i couldn’t look inside the mirror
tryna climb out my dilemmas
in the land of splendor, glamor, and some damaged women
strappin’ up, strappin’ up, can’t do no gamblin’ with ’em
shootin’ high percentage, i been changin’ my agenda
finally came up out my sh-ll, i ain’t have no master splinter
became the top chef, this another cl-ssic dinner
i fell down, came back, now that’s a natural winner
never could i pretend, nor ever would i surrender, yeah

[chorus: ari lennox]
ooh-ooh-ooh
ayy-yee-yee (ooh-ah, ooh-ah)
ooh-ah (ooh-ah)
ooh-ah
ooh-ooh-ooh
ayy-yeah-yeah
ooh-ah, ooh-ah
ooh-ah
ooh-ooh

[verse 5: reason]
look, i been speakin’ for the misguided sons and the dead fathers
as i walk through the shadow of death, where we tread waters
paint pictures of the stories forgotten, them dead authors
his blood gettin’ mixed with that paint, so we dead artists
he told me, “n-gga, you better slide”, you ain’t said nada
them n-ggas took my n-gga, so f-ck it, this lead karma
struggle to pull the trigger as i did the tears fallin’
’cause i know i let my mama down, she done raised all us
she gave up everything she had to keep our road straight
we ain’t even have no room to have our own sp-ce
look i gave everything i have to make my own way
and in three seconds i made a decision to let this clip off
this ain’t even related, just some sh-t i had to get off
repet-tion how we make decisions
’cause my brother doin’ life, and the judge done told him he would never get off
the struggle like hand me downs, n-gga one size fits all
woke up sweatin’, panic with deep and breathin’
goin’ through deep depression, wonderin’ why i chose to live
and the way with my freedom indecisive, it’s on the fence
when i been blessed with rappin’, no wonder they call it gifts
got up from that bed, picked up the phone like, “what i missed?”
got a call from some dreamers, said that they was out for revenge
excited then i thought about it, and started crying ’cause a year ago my cousin was k!lled searchin’ for his, yeah

- dreamville lute omen

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