Cordae – Unacceptable

Lyrics Unacceptable – Cordae

Take one look at me, n**ga, we gettin’ revenue
But you put money over loyalty, unacceptable
Used to have to throw hands right after school
Was born a real n**ga, that’s my greatest attribute
All the s**t that we been through, act like you never knew
Feelin’ like my life on the line, s**t, I could never lose
You see how we walk by faith, this s**t incredible
Watch how them Ms get on your schedule

Uh, it’s always some n**gas that hate, but we can’t stand them n**gas
They wanna have to call my bro ’cause he gon’ handle n**gas
We tryna leave that life alone, always thinkin’ bigger
I gotta get rid of this trauma, it’ll bring them demons with ya
Drivin’ in the car with this baddie, she always singin’ SZA
Granddad died, bad liver from always drinkin’ liquor
Rest in peace to Lukey and Tony, y’all always be my n**gas
How the f**k we come from the bottom to makin’ seven figures

Spendin’ all these nights alone, I don’t even dream
Police askin’ us questions, I ain’t see a thing
Society, they call him a killer, I think that he a king
I swear this s**t so crazy, what that money bring
Girl, you know I love you, you don’t need a ring
Swear that s**t just come with all type of things
But, I thought my last one was a ride or die
I leave my momma with a million if I die tonight

I just had this convo’ with my pops, I had to keep it real
One of the few times I had told him how I feel
Lately, I been feelin’ depressed and I been poppin’ pills
I can’t lie, n**ga, this s**t for real
First thing he told me was, Son, n**ga, you got to chill
In Hollywood, you’ll lose your soul, had to move out the Hills
I tried to take my own life, n**ga, this not a drill
I don’t even got no insurance, I pay the doctor bill
But f**k that, we back to square one, out here plottin’ mills
Ninth grade, almost had me a son, she took abortion pills
That s**t left a hole in my heart, and I’m still torn, for real
Tears in my eyes, I’m recordin’, but this s**t for real

Uh, hmm
Sometimes, man, you just got’
You just gotta speak your truth, man
That’s the only thing I can do, perfect or not, yeah…

Written by Cordae, Hendrix Smoke & ATL Jacob
Produced by ATL Jacob, Hendrix Smoke, EVRGRN & Harto Beats
Cordae | 2022

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