Now there's a meaning to this thing called life But you just gotta find it in this thing called strife I wish I could rewind and show you this is all hype Show you just because they stars doesn't mean they got stripes, for real though But me, I got them verses that'll kill though And me, I'm EST now that's a family I would kill for Shout out to the fans who held me down before the deal though And I can't forget my team, I pray one day we make a million, and blow it all Cause when we die we ain't taking it with us Materials make a king, knowledge makes an apprentice Now ain't that backwards we impressed by the fame in this era Shit, my girl a queen, she don't need a tiara We don't need an umbrella either just give us the rain We don't need help, they the built the pyramids without a crane Insane sometimes I feel we born without a brain They only looking at the dollars, what I'm lookin' for is change I'm sayin, if that shit doesn't register, might as well get used to stealing singles out the register Baby momma calling, she need 30 for a pedicure Student loan collector blow your phone up on the regular This isn't even it baby, this isn't it baby We supposed to have a condo and a crib baby But you forgot the first rule of the game They don't remember riches, they just remember the name Kells
Now go and get it homie One thing for sure I know the block ain't gonna get it for me Two thing's for certain, I ain't tryna let em pidgeon toe And if they is just know I'm walking with my pistol on me This ain't that B shit or C shit, this is that D-o-r-D shit That means Do or Die, cause ain't no you, if it's you and I I ain't no gangster but I will be just to stay alive I'm rollin' indica, staying high Roll to the cinema and stay the night My life's like TV with this daytime drama All this Law and Order, a lot of comedy And relationships like Tina and Ike, these bitches crazy That's why I'm tellin' ya Look up to the stars instead of staring at a cellular You could be the greatest why would you wanna be regular? Just know that your greatness comes from how they gon' remember ya Not from how you spend baby, that isn't it baby Man we ain't gotta have a condo or a crib baby But you forgot the first rule of the game They don't remember riches, they just remember the name
Rose from the ashes like a Phoenix Rose feelin', rose feelin' up in the marinas Got my weight up in my hood we call that triple-beamin' Fuck introductions, skip the name and just call me Cleveland Homie callin' for bail, tryna get out the precinct Tellin' me give 'em hell, funny I started preaching And when I say I got us bet the city gon' believe 'em Cause everybody left us and they know I'm never leaving So I turn it up one time for the days runnin' on the corner Talkin' shit and getting lit from sippin' brews in Arizona And when one time came through everybody gone except for me I couldn't leave, I am the loner, with the mind of a stoner And dreams of putting this game in a choker And fuckin' until she pay me like Oprah I'm not a hoper, I'm a knower of what's in the forecast like Al Roker So even if it pours, I am Noah, two oars Two rowers, row us to two shores I found promise land, now we lying on two floors One for the fam, the other for two whores, shit Fuck two minutes, I did this in two chords, of course I'm too versatile for a chorus I've done too many tours to be a tourist Fuck the magazine, I am the Source I am too boss to be employed, more stories about your boy than Chuck Norris Man, listen up
All I know, all I know I am from the city where the grass don't grow I am from the city in the middle of the map Where half these motherfuckers that rap don't go All I know, all I know If I throw this cash then her ass gets low But I am from the city where the cash don't flow So I keep it for myself and I smash that ho Smash that ho, smash that ho Treat her like a bop it and I pass that ho But I ain't saying nothing that my fans don't know I'm an EST boy till the casket close Six foot deep, six foot three Eight motherfuckers in the SUV Eight new states in a seven day week Whole world laced up like some brand new sneaks And they know I'm gonna raise till I'm face up Fuck check-out time, we don't wake up Damn these EST boy's done came up Dirty ass chucks and a bad bitch lace up
OK, where the strong at? Right there, put me on that Hit it once and you're jumping like Mortal Combat Smoke another green be looking like where the long atTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
