[Verse 1: TP] Even before the savings and money wasn't in pockets I ain't never give up or run away from my problems Now they see me smilin' and money that's in my wallet And wanna know what I been doin' since I been outta college I been gettin' knowledge, tryna get these [?] Drivin' up and down the road puttin' on this mileage Harder when you coloured and you tryna get these dollas Even when you graduated from a white man's college Got my own logic, probly think I'm Amish My watch is presidential I be looking kinda Obamish And I'mma keep rhymin' don't care 'bout what the time is From top ramen to dinin' in Saint Thomas Drinkin' wine and chillin' with some of the finest You ever seen, some be resemblin' Pocahontas To suffer made me tougher now I owe it to all My sisters and brothers to everybody with a dream I love ya God willin'
[Verse 2: Enigma] Keep rocking it, over beats that's oxy General over he who knocks thee [moxie?] Not even in my proxy hoes jock me Critics box I'm not Rocky not likely Eyes wide open I will not sleep they will not Goldilocks me The rhythm's got me all topsy tiltin' my head slightly to the side Cocked jocked and to the beat I got rhythm And God willin' they'll nod with us Those who do not feel us know that I ride wit cha God willin' All fall on hard times, my fall back is hard rhymes Walk that hard line that's all mine, it's all fine Still grind with the patience of a sniper on post Got ghost for a minute, still got hope while I'm in it God willin'
[Verse 3: Sundown] Yo, caught up with my man the other day he told me Look son, tell em how you feel but I'm not ready yet I'm self loathing, composed of what I know you know Too much pain means pleasure for my enemies Please, I breathe seeds I can reap Not seeds I can keep on support from the outside Build a family and a plan to keep my name Living on, insane with the song, insane with that long Live rap quotation Take a wrong turn, they say money talks, stay silent [?] Let the conversation pass by deaf ears Bell tone, bell tone I got em on my wall Fuck titles, the legacy is what I aim for Score, no award, just workin' for the people We're equal in the eyes of God Even a job got downfalls you never knew But a rapper's life, mirror art gotta push through I do it for my last name, do it like my last game was last night And still I write for the fast lane drivers on the belt line Who tryna cope, tie a knot with that rope Hang tough and get close to your maker Don't let the autopsy give your people hope And God willin' stay strong and keep goin' on...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
