Spar (feat. 6LACK & Kodak Black) - Dreezy

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I'm supposed to respect the system
They call our brothers, "Sons of bitches"
And when my Unc' came home from prison
For the same shit y'all tried to turn into a business
Take our culture, our blueprint
Pay the knockoff to come model us
Hurricanes come and swallow us
Opp niggas tryna put the dot on us
We pourin' Henny, cause we all bottled up
Granny said, "Scratch ya lottos up"
But the bible says it goes full circle
I'ma tryna find me a good purpose



My word is bond as fuck
My life is hard enough
They not rewarding us
They disregarding us
And if I go to D.C, I'm tryna spar with Trump
I'm not a politician, you can't ignore the stuff

Ain't old enough to hit the club to fill my cup with rum
But I can go die in the army or go to war for them
Ain't old enough for marijuana cigars, spark my blunt
But old enough to spend my life behind bars, that dumb
Told magazines that got me in articles
When I'm in Washington D.C., I'm doing fraud n' stuff
Ain't worried bout Donald Trump
Ain't worried bout seeing no monuments
These people got weather control
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
The weather ain't got no name
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
These people control the rain, these people be diggin' bonkers up
But they only got 2 more years of slavery to do harm to us

I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I'm the one who fought for us
I was in the clubs in 6th grade, fightin' the adults and stuff
Feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I'm the one who fought for us
Ever since the 6th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us
Ever since the 10th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us
So I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I'm the one who fought for us yeah
I fought for us, nigga I die for us, nigga I risk my life for us
I risk my life for us nigga and I'll die for us niggaLyrics provided by TANCODEhttp://lyricsever.com/" readonly=""/>

Spar (feat. 6LACK & Kodak Black) Lyrics

Aye mayne, I like the depth of this song, ya know what I'm sayin'
Not the death of the song but the D-E-P-T-H of the song
Ya feel me, the complexity and shit
I like the topic
Kodak Black man

Look my word is bond as fuck
My life is hard enough
They not rewarding us
They disregarding us
And if I go to D.C, I'm tryna spar with Trump
I'm not a politician, just can't ignore the stuff

This really just a free verse, I put my life in reverse
I dug up out my old pain and put it on a t-shirt
So many sides to this shit, not here for the popular shit
Your own people will laugh when you on positive shit
Before I die, I'ma teach, I light a blunt and I preach
Ain't no facade you can see, that I can only be me
I got a daughter to raise, one day she gon' be a queen
I'm tryna get shit together, so she can have anything


My word is bond as fuck
My life is hard enough
They ain't rewarding us
They disregarding us
And if I go to D.C, I'm tryna spar with Trump
I ain't a politician, just can't ignore the stuff


I take this life how it come
Got heart but still won't show love
If I tell people where I'm from, they might think I gotta gun
Got J's that's still in the box
No tax or bands on my ones
I took my feelings out this shit and put my trust in my funds
Tat my dead homie on my sleeve
Don't need glasses, see what I see
Told me at ten, what I wasn't gon' be
Nigga ain't make the league, so we turn to the streets
Cops wanna blast 'fore they see ya I.D
Might do the race 'fore a nigga catch me
Damn if it be another R.I.P
It's a black/white world but I only see green
Killers gettin' off innocent, when the clip showin' that he did the shit
Try to talk and they ain't listenin' but they'll point it out if you get ignorant
Fuck with you if you a benefit
That's why I pay off cash at the dealership
But I got money stashed for the bail and shit
But I'ma write it off, good penmanship
Can't say we representing when half the office White Supremacist
This can't be, "Land of the free"
If kneeling might cost your position
I'm supposed to respect the system
They call our brothers, "Sons of bitches"
And when my Unc' came home from prison
For the same shit y'all tried to turn into a business
Take our culture, our blueprint
Pay the knockoff to come model us
Hurricanes come and swallow us
Opp niggas tryna put the dot on us
We pourin' Henny, cause we all bottled up
Granny said, "Scratch ya lottos up"
But the bible says it goes full circle
I'ma tryna find me a good purpose



My word is bond as fuck
My life is hard enough
They not rewarding us
They disregarding us
And if I go to D.C, I'm tryna spar with Trump
I'm not a politician, you can't ignore the stuff

Ain't old enough to hit the club to fill my cup with rum
But I can go die in the army or go to war for them
Ain't old enough for marijuana cigars, spark my blunt
But old enough to spend my life behind bars, that dumb
Told magazines that got me in articles
When I'm in Washington D.C., I'm doing fraud n' stuff
Ain't worried bout Donald Trump
Ain't worried bout seeing no monuments
These people got weather control
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
The weather ain't got no name
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
These people control the rain, these people be diggin' bonkers up
But they only got 2 more years of slavery to do harm to us

I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I'm the one who fought for us
I was in the clubs in 6th grade, fightin' the adults and stuff
Feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I'm the one who fought for us
Ever since the 6th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us
Ever since the 10th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us
So I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I'm the one who fought for us yeah
I fought for us, nigga I die for us, nigga I risk my life for us
I risk my life for us nigga and I'll die for us nigga

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Remaking a song from the hottest artist in the industry is a dicey proposition. For most emerging artists, it’s a bad move, one that keeps them on the musical periphery. For Dreezy, her rendition of Nicki Minaj and Lil Herb’s “ChiRaq” catapulted her to national prominence because of her fiery delivery, ferocious lyricism and magnetic microphone presence.
“I’m a fan of Nikki Minaj and I like what she did on the original ‘Chiraq’ with Lil Herb,” Dreezy says of the 2014 cut. “But I got the best bars in Chicago so it was only right for me to remix it and represent. The day my version of ‘ChiRaq’ came out her boyfriend texted us saying ‘You won’t last a week.’”

Dreezy has more than outlasted that prediction. Today, she’s one of the game’s most promising artists, a lyricist equally adept at delivering mind-blowing punchlines, riveting street-based stories, introspective selections and odes to true love. Her talent is on full display on 2014’s acclaimed Schizo mixtape, as well as her just-released Call It What You Want EP.

Dreezy developed her writing prowess growing up in a number of locations throughout the South Side of Chicago. By the time she was in kindergarten, she started drawing. Soon thereafter, she kept diaries and began crafting her own tales.

“Sometimes I wrote really dark, sad stories about rape, murder and violence or stories about rocky relationships,” she recalls. “I remember writing a poem about my grandma when she passed away. I was always telling other people’s stories weaved with mine. I saw and experienced a lot and had to mature at a young age. I expressed it all through my poetry.”

Even as a child, Dreezy’s words were piercing. “I had no filter as a kid,” she says. “I was always saying something and not realizing what I just said. I wasn’t a bad kid. I was just smart for my age and wanted to express my opinion — and it got me in trouble. My mom got to a point where she just couldn’t deal and my dad had to tighten my ass up. When I moved to Dad’s, I learned there’s a time and a place for everything and not to go on first emotion with stuff.”

But the move brought its own set of complications. After getting caught stealing, Dreezy’s father put her on punishment for three months. Rather than sulk, Dreezy wrote to a beat CD she had. She’d grown up listening to Ciara, Bow Wow and B2K. But as a rapper, she was channeling Lil Wayne, Kanye West and Drake.

“When punishment was over I went straight to the studio and recorded all those songs, resulting in my first mixtape, The Illustration,” Dreezy explains. “I was talking about my life and really going hard, just giving bars. My auntie made a bunch of copies and I passed them out at school. The principal heard it, called me in to the office over the loudspeaker – and busted me for cursing on the tape.”
Dreezy’s profane raps were matched by straight-As in the classroom. Similarly, her lyrical skills translated well to her AP writing class, in which she excelled. She applied to and was accepted into Northern Illinois University. Dreezy attended the school for a few months, but dropped out to pursue music full-time.

In 2013, a friend introduced her to producer D. Brooks Exclusive, the beatsmith whose work with King Louie, Lil Herb and others had him perched as one of the Windy City’s hottest rising sonic architects. “Chicago is known for a hard drill sound and Brooks was the only producer really adding piano melodies and violins, more feeling to his music,” Dreezy says. “And when the sound changes, he knows how to embrace it and make it his own.”

Brooks produced Dreezy’s Schizo mixtape, which was released in February 2014. Her subsequent work on the “ChiRaq” remix led to her appearance on Common’s “Hustle Harder,” a cut from his acclaimed 2014 album, Nobody’s Smiling. The pioneering Chicago rapper appeared on Dreezy’s “No Good,” solidifying their bond.

“I know if I ever need to talk to someone, Common can give me some good, sound advice,” she says. “He has good intentions and doesn’t want anything from me.”

Common isn’t the only prominent artist checking for Dreezy. “A few females reached out when ‘ChiRaq’ took off: Rah Digga, Shawnna, Remy Ma, Tish Hyman and some others,” she says. “I’ve already done collabs with Tink, DeJ Loaf, and Chicago female MCs Sasha Go Hard and Katie Got Bandz. Sasha is like my sister. Our friendship started out from rapping but we’re like sisters now. Katie and I are really good friends, too. We support each other. There’s room for everybody. That’s how it’s supposed to be.”

As Dreezy makes her mark among music industry icons and new artists alike, she remains focused on being counted among the genre’s elite. “My goal is to be legendary,” Dreezy says. “Music is my purpose and I want to set the bar — especially for females — and break all the records that come with it.” Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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