Lyrics:
and they don't really sleep
Don't really sleep
Never say never 'cause I know how it feels to have nothing to eat
Nothing to eat
Back against the wall
Back
an album out
Feel good
Feeling good like Sunday
Grand momma cooking
Wanna escape from this ghetto
But I keep a foot in
I heard I'll never make it
Never
go legit
Got a cousin locked up, he can't even see his kids
Got a cousin selling drugs, 'bout to join the family biz
Cooking up the dope, like it's
The masters don’t own me
I own my masters
I love all people but I never learned to ass kiss
One of only a few Asians in the Rap Biz
Green Lighting projects
push and coast while I roll pass by
Fictitious, pathetic raps from idiots
In a city where street cred seems tedious
Monotonously dull underhandedly
sold over gold
Finally reached platinum status and near that is
Still in the hood, still tryin' to learn the biz
Jadakiss dropped a solo they lovin' his
status and near that is
Still in the hood, still tryin' to learn the biz
Jadakiss dropped a solo they lovin' his voice
I'm lovin' his shit but the hood
thing like the taste of Coke
So never sleep on me, better stay awoke
Like a gambler in Vegas, I go for broke
To make a long story short, yo, I ain't no
my hubris
I ain't never been no Judas so I'm asking
"Why me"
What'd I do to earn the fury of a God whom...
I haven't even met
But he tells me that he
white rap, just some foil like Chiclets
Never had a wife, you better settle for the mistress
The truth like Al Capone dying from the syphlis
Cross me,
to be the boss, lately I just been paying the price
You can't miss what you never had, hope I'm saying it right
Money coming in by the pound, it ain't
know you're (shining)x4
Verse1: (Swavae Now)
Hating on a nigga cause i ain't come from the dope gang said i never touch drugs especially not cocaine
It been a long time but your boy back at it
The streets waiting for it when they see me they be askin
"What's UP with the album" Promise you it's
to give you a little bit
Of that Boom-Bap shit
Yeah bro, we do that quick
It's the third album that we burn the roof down with
With the beats by Gabs
Afterwhile, we finna bang
As I pull up to the crib
Put my dick up in her ribs
Never capping, never fibbed
Yeah she know just who I is when I be giving her
tracks back to my birthplace
A hollogram, seein' things never there
In the first place
Chase my image like a figment
And fantasy, What you tellin' me?
feel regret by me
Longer that I live I start to see
Being a leader ain’t never been cheap
Pressure of a king might cost you sleep
War with the world
The streets will hook u
Or they'll uppercut ya
I've been influenced
By school truants
& righteous students
Obeyed the law
But still victims
never lived an average life anyway
I could tell by how the ladies in the store
Would tell me I have good manners
For being just a little boy
Or when my
to work the fields or become the accountant
Of the family biz and I'm thankful, shit
Everyday that I made my way
And won't know what I was born to be, yeah
Got a new album, they can't get a date
Like you was swiping and swiping on tinder
And tryna rekindle the loss of ya flame
I been the topic of all ya
Signed the dotted line but didn't read through the costs
(When your album sits on the desk) "That's when ya lost!"
Followed your label's notion no
yeah I feel like the best
Ice a Patek to never forget
Riding round by my lonely
Niggas give daps don't know me
Tryna make amends with the old me
Niggas
we've got an album to press
And then we got to make that bubble.
Okay, the hour start teen and I love my friends,
But understand, y'all, love don't
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