[Intro: Jean Grae] 9th, 9th's got them beats that you just sing to for no reason {*laughs*} Sometimes you got to get to know yourself You gotta travel a little bit Look at yourself from another perspective So I try to do that Come on
[Verse 1: Jean Grae] Listen, there's nothing like knowin' yourself Like the way I know that the smoke has kind of broken my health Like the way I know my flow don't make appropriate wealth I can't change that But, funny I'm sayin' that when it's money I'm aimed at I give a fuck if you frame that or quote it (shit) I meant what I said 'cause I wrote it—point noted I know I'm overly sensitive when it comes to, well Just about everything And I'm so hardheaded—I don't need your help Like no advice for these records 'less it's me and myself Like, I don't ever want to breathe if it requires assistance Just, just shut down my system I'm a victim of choosin' bad love, bad luck Lucy Every man touched seems to be a doozy and plus I'm attached to this looseleaf, stand on my two feet So it's hard enough to even have to physically move me Go ahead, try [Hook: Jean Grae] I know I'm on the right path To who I'm gonna be at last But don't rush me nigga (just try) I know I'm wrong and right At the same time, both—I'm the dark and light And they say, "Life means everything to live" At the same time, I got everything to give Just don't rush me (hey, get your hand off me, man) Don't rush me (you stupid? I'll cut you)
[Verse 2: Jean Grae] I gotta be more disciplined I'm listenin' more to straight logic, blocking random shit that's drifting in Age is a motherfucker (damn right) Find myself staring at the little kids, thinking "I can beat 'em like a stepmother" Creeping on a come-up at thirty soon But looking twenty, ooh The food catches up to you now plenty Attending christenings of my best friend's children And then asking who's next And I'm wishing for six more wishes for Christmas or Kids on the wish list Or time machines to be in existence I'm a team player—not (nope) The dry wit is similar to Arizona weather. Say it, nigga—"Hot" Patent leather sole, tappin' at my bowl If the album's not platinum, then I'll have to rack a gold This rappin' ain't for nothin' Unless I hold plaques so I can sit up on a boat like Colin, roll that And you know that
[Hook: Jean Grae] I know I'm on the right path To who I'm gonna be at last But don't rush me nigga I know I'm wrong and right At the same time, both—I'm the dark and light And they say, "Life means everything to live" At the same time, I got everything to give Just don't rush me (hey, didn't I just tell you?) Don't rush me (fall back, nigga)
[Verse 3: Jean Grae] See, this here is the most serious that I've ever been The most clear headed My gear fetish clearly needs an account So if I need, I'll smoke 'em all like Dennis Leary and I'm out Beef's great though, thanks for addin' more insecurities Just as I was findin' my level of maturity Just as I was mindin' my business, tried to murder Jean's confidence But lucky for me, you're all incompetent Road block in this, yes I see 'em tryna put a stop to my obnoxiousness but I stay long-winded like sayin', "George Papadopoulous" I know but I write from this heart with this So, I've got some things to work on My moodiness like masturbation—gets its jerk on My fascination with the fast pace The money's encapsulated in my mind space like "What a thrill" Past dated and I know I'm not in last place But it's hard to work through it with this masked face And masking tape up on the window keeps the cold out And every time I'm laying down, my back breaks because it's old now I yell too much, get stressed too quick But the best thing about it—I can change that shit And still remain who I came down to Earth to be It's not Jean Grae—that's just a name, you'll see
[Hook: Jean Grae] I know I'm on the right path To who I'm gonna be at last But don't rush me nigga I know I'm wrong and right At the same time, both—I'm the dark and light And they say, "Life means everything to live" At the same time, I got everything to give Just don't rush me Don't rush me
[Outro: Jean Grae] Please don't make me kill you, I don't want to I don't need to go to jail right now I got things to do Can't be locked up, man My momma, my momma No momma. No, no Anyway, yo, thanks man Thank you 9th And we had a beautiful lunch Don't be afraid to talk in the back Thanks everybody for coming out tonight Justus League! What up Flames? What up, though! Flames, you're dope You the man, Flames {*laughs*} You the man We outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
