Tony Tillman - 870 lyrics
Artist: Tony Tillman
album: Camden (Instrumentals)
I've always felt like my life was a maze, full of dark nights and delays
Somebody hit the lights now let me display my life from the stage.
Boy this is life from a grave, raised up from trifling ways
From a town when beef is high don't speak cause them rifles will wave.
Most of my patnas don't rap, they're clapped or spend nights in a cage
Where i'm from youngins don't scrap they strapped and they're liable to spray.
Words of OG's is like the bible, idols rolling in regals
I know at least twelve disciples on sight who's never met Jesus.
Bloods and crips on a power trip, fighting over whose block is this
Mamas on their knees praying asking God if He's watching this.
It's common to be fatherless, heroes far from metropolis
They got two middle fingers up, thugging like tupacalyps.
I grew up, hitting licks like a new stamp
Run up on that new truck, get you for that new amp. Come up off them eighteens, run them junks like bootcamp it's drama, when stomachs rumble and mama ain't got no foodstamps.
I wasn't raised on caillou, just neighborhood crip and piru
Whole family from the hood, violate their laws and they'll try you.
Youngin told me "Christians don't know disfunction" well i do
My daddy's alcoholic my older sister gets high too. Cause life can get depressing, it'll drive you crazy
Homies drop out of school get GEDs and join the Navy. Or they get locked up when they 20, and parole in eighty
Or they get zipped up while they mama scream they killed my baby.
This is for every kid from my city to yours who live in a duplex
In hand-me-downs admiring trappers wrapped in a new lex.
Im trying to be your light through this darkness i've been where you at that's why i keep my ear to the streets it's like i've been suplexed.
Aint caught up in no rap politics i rather let you flex
Hear Camden in my speech, I could give 2 bleeps about who's next. Or who's best in your top five, i'm Tony they say who that
Ex-crip from Camden hoping you hear what i say and shoot less.
This testimony serves and my treasure from deep within, pour my soul out through this pin, hope to reach you where ever you at.
So here's my story how God delivered me from that blue set
I'm broken like the rest, God is beauty i'm just His cute mess.
Camden.
Somebody hit the lights now let me display my life from the stage.
Boy this is life from a grave, raised up from trifling ways
From a town when beef is high don't speak cause them rifles will wave.
Most of my patnas don't rap, they're clapped or spend nights in a cage
Where i'm from youngins don't scrap they strapped and they're liable to spray.
Words of OG's is like the bible, idols rolling in regals
I know at least twelve disciples on sight who's never met Jesus.
Bloods and crips on a power trip, fighting over whose block is this
Mamas on their knees praying asking God if He's watching this.
It's common to be fatherless, heroes far from metropolis
They got two middle fingers up, thugging like tupacalyps.
I grew up, hitting licks like a new stamp
Run up on that new truck, get you for that new amp. Come up off them eighteens, run them junks like bootcamp it's drama, when stomachs rumble and mama ain't got no foodstamps.
I wasn't raised on caillou, just neighborhood crip and piru
Whole family from the hood, violate their laws and they'll try you.
Youngin told me "Christians don't know disfunction" well i do
My daddy's alcoholic my older sister gets high too. Cause life can get depressing, it'll drive you crazy
Homies drop out of school get GEDs and join the Navy. Or they get locked up when they 20, and parole in eighty
Or they get zipped up while they mama scream they killed my baby.
This is for every kid from my city to yours who live in a duplex
In hand-me-downs admiring trappers wrapped in a new lex.
Im trying to be your light through this darkness i've been where you at that's why i keep my ear to the streets it's like i've been suplexed.
Aint caught up in no rap politics i rather let you flex
Hear Camden in my speech, I could give 2 bleeps about who's next. Or who's best in your top five, i'm Tony they say who that
Ex-crip from Camden hoping you hear what i say and shoot less.
This testimony serves and my treasure from deep within, pour my soul out through this pin, hope to reach you where ever you at.
So here's my story how God delivered me from that blue set
I'm broken like the rest, God is beauty i'm just His cute mess.
Camden.
Other albums by the artist
Wins On Me
2021 · single
Big Picture
2018 · single
ROSCO
2018 · single
Tryna Get It (feat. Byron Juane)
2018 · single
Tell Somebody (feat. Wes Writer)
2018 · single
Granny's Couch
2017 · single
Thankful
2017 · single
Been Thru
2016 · single
Sell Out
2016 · single
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