Swivel
Dreamville Lyrics

Head on a swivel
Be alert and aware of your surroundings

Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner
Problems or danger could appear at any moment

Run up on you any minute, you'll be gone
You could be in serious trouble or danger very soon

I know niggas dead out of desperation
People have died due to difficult circumstances and desperation

RIP my nigga Allen Dem, I wish you would've stayed at home
A friend died due to leaving home in a dangerous situation

Learned to make the best out of shitty situation
Make the most of a bad situation and find a way to improve it

No complaining, no more Xan, I leave the medicine alone
Stop complaining and avoid using drugs to cope with problems

Y'all gon' swear to God that I'm changing for the better
People will think I am improving myself

Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I'm wrong
I don't care about anyone who criticizes me

I done made it up, I done made it out
I have succeeded and overcome obstacles

I done made a way, we been makin' waves, we been making sounds
I have created a path for myself and made a positive impact

Rappers hella fake, they papier-mâché
Many rappers are artificial and easily broken

Like piñata, they can't wait to break, I can animate
They're like piñatas that are easy to hit, but I am an animator in the game

Promise mama she gon' see the day when we all okay
I promised my mother that we will all be alright someday

All it really take is time and dedication, I pray
It just takes time and effort to make it happen, I hope

For the hunger to be permanent, no matter what that make
I want the drive and passion to endure no matter what happens

Hey, batter, batter, swing, bake
Move forward and take action to achieve success

Whip the batter for the cake
Put in the hard work to make something great

I don't know what it is, man, I just
I don't know what's going on, but

I don't think I'ma be here much longer, man
I don't think I will survive much longer

Something's watching me, man
I feel like I'm being monitored or watched

Something's following me
I feel like someone or something is following me

Something want me dead, man
I feel like something or someone is trying to kill me

Pray for me, pray for me, please
Requesting others to pray for me

Hell, when I was young, I ain't had to pop no guns
I didn't need to use guns when I was young

Nothing cracking in the slums you couldn't handle on your own
We could handle anything that happened in our poor neighborhood

Shit around my block where we used to knock
Occasions when we would get into fights around my neighborhood

Couple souls fly, wasn't nothin' like you guys, which I loan
A few people died during fights, it was different than what you see now

Shit it wasn't nice, wasn't paradise
It was not a pleasant place to grow up in

Wasn't lights back to back to back, many nights was on our own
There weren't consistent good times, and we spent many nights alone

Mama had to work, papa had three jobs
My mother had to work and my father had multiple jobs

No, we not Jamaican, my sir, but we all was robbed, ha
We weren't Jamaican, but we had been robbed before

Should've kept my head on a weave and bob, ha
I should have stayed alert and dodged problems

I'd rather be dead than to weep and sob
I would rather die than cry in sorrow

So we solve any major prob with the quick resolve
We solve big issues with quick solutions

Had to squab', circle that bitch up, feelings get involved
We would get into fights, and emotions would escalate

Neighborhood on lock, fuck we need a cop?
We controlled our neighborhood, why do we need law enforcement?

That was way back way 'fore Reagan passed the rock
That was before Reagan was president

Left us with a needle and a jump-shot
Left us with limited options

Leave you countin' seconds on the fingers through the gunshots
Leave you counting the seconds by using your fingers due to the frequency of gunfire