1. Just keep going, yeah Now I made many decisions and made many mistakes I walked on many lands And swam in many lakes I did good, did wrong I got props and pissed on I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy, I never listened kept spitting till' the neh-sayers felt me Looking back,I guess you haters helped me: My fuel, my drive Allo just increased when you hated on Classified Here's advice,for every rappers startin' up, don't release a record till' you're happy with the bars you wrote My fourth album's the first record I really liked Before that my flow was too hype and I really couldn't write So, I took the long way we could argue all day If it's the wrong way But sit back and let the song play Props to Joe Bombay for hookin' me Up at the start I never had the skill, But he knew I had the heart
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Now understand what I say This year, no mistakes Got here, no fate Pay dues, won't wait Made some mistakes and I'll probably make more Just how it happens when you try to go forward
2. I made the mistake of mixin' business and friendship People got offended, relationships were ended So that's why I remember this, severe every tie Cause every time I ever endevor with business It fucks up; Nothin' personal, but I got friends, I don't need 'em And you'd wouldn't talk to me if I didn't have the beat you needed I've been through too many shitty MC's with beats, believe it But I got eat, kid; and seems the weaker cast the feeding I'm hungary, can't think with an empty stomach Made bad decisions and now I suffer from it Got a few videos, but yo, wish I planned the vision through Some came out dope, some are better just to listen to Not tryin' to make excuses; But all I'm tryin' to do is music Forget about these interviews and photoshoots It's just not something for Class I'm only here for rhymes, buildin' beats, killin' tracks and that's that
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3. I started off young, took a couple wrong paths Gimme a second, gimme a second; yo I started off young, took a couple wrong paths Yo man, put some more hi-hats in it Now it's all good and I ain't ever lookin' back; yeah, yo And I got this joint on my keyboard starin' back at me Like you ain't gone be happy 'til you puff on this fatty Smoke five years straight, made the mistake of tryin' it Say I got no problem, but I really hate denyin' it I'm an addict for the marijuana Doesn't matter if I wanna get high I get high, its part of everyday life that I chose I know this shit'll probably kill me And I won't quit, but everytime I blaze, I feel guilty And I still do it, cause every choice has a consiquence Never made made mistakes, then I'll never made no progress, man No dope beats; In Hip-Hop you wouldn't know me I'd still be back at Sobey's stockin' ya shelf with groceries
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