Yeah....Hey! To the college kids no scholarships startin your semester Unpackin' your suitcases, fillin' up your dresser Enjoy it while you got it, after that it's god bless ya, Life is your professor, know that bitch is gonn' test ya I got some shit I'd like to get off my chest I spill out my soul, I spit out my stress Ay, can I spit out my stress? It's a feelin in the air you bout to drop a real classic He said, "Cole a little birdie told me on the low you got an illmatic" Nobody touching Nas nigga, it's more like Villematic There Fayettenam tales, be payin off well What story is my audio theater gonn' tell I know my debut was shipped, but is it gonn' sell? I guess it's in God's hands I make the type of pieces that make Jesus say "God Damn!" That's for you non-believers, I'm the truth, Only time'll teach ya and fuck the haters prolly never loved their mama's neither Old bitter ass, sit around in middle class homes With computers on hatin on the newer songs While ya'll was browsin' I was takin' out them student loans Tryna do this shit better than the niggas we grew up on Name a fuckin' song I ain't threw up on Talk is cheap it's like y'all grew up in a Jewish home Pardon the stereotype but y'all givin' me mixed feelings like I married a white woman One minute I'm overrated, the next minute I'm the savior You hate it before you played it, I already forgave you, for bullshittin' That nigga Cole spittin' that real Wrote this line on the plane I flown straight from the Ville to Miami With the same time last year I was broker than you, just wanna make that clear Cas now I'm dealing with money I never seen before, And R&B bitches want me, that was just dreams before Now do I, give in to the temptation I'm facin', The thought of losin' the good women keep me from chasing But I'm just a man, times of timing is wrong Plus my dick is like a man with a mind of his own But I'm tryna be strong, remind myself she ain't about shit These hoes the same, all that change is the outfit Lookin' for cheese on some mouse shit Suck a nigga fuck a nigga then gonn' run their mouth quick Rappers took a vacation I came over to house sit, You want change this that between the seats on the couch shit The fuck you thought I loused/lost it? All that flame on my name will get exhausted On contrare my niggas they all ears Sit back and enjoy the ride it's finna be a long year, yeah! Finna be a long year ... yeah
I know you feel that That tingle in your spine don't conceal that Don't conceal that, this exactly what you thought, somebody brought the real back Hey....Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
