[Intro - Rapsody] Rap Eric G Cultural varying One Love for black music Jamla is the squad Well Alright
[Verse - Rhapsody] These are the Brad Pitts Legends of fall fall Thinking of Michael and Whitney burns me like alcohol Every night momma call, giving me more advice Things in media got her fearing my music life All of the bright lights, all of the fallen stars Pray for the black kids all the leaders they grew up on Moving along fast, feeling like day fast Digesting's a hard task, all I want is our music back Reagan Era dope rap, Mercedes to Maybach Black rappers unless we gon' keep to drive that Gunnin' runnin' 110 an hour 'till the wheels flat We permanent like two tats on hoodrats nigga fuck that Yo, first LB break up, now every day I wake up to more bullshit I couldn't make up, tre like a Laker Handle with my face up, the lord pray I shall not quit So catch me, running like a stampede of horses Rings around you niggas, polygamy no divorces Passing you like some courses, lay you flatter than forces Houses with old porches surrounded with country orchards It's [Yup] the beginning of forever Raining on parades in places they thought we'd never weather Whether, radio ever play a nigga I don't make music for radio but for niggas My nigga, my people, a weapon I need though Better get down on your knees and pray to heaven I don't see you Nigga the line's been drawn Niggas taking shots I guess the wicked get stoned So some other fuckers buy cars and get blown No respect, no respect, no respect homes While Niggas in Paris they ballin' Watching the Throne I was at home, yo I was on the phone, telling momma hold on This music shit hard if you plan to be lone Like legends of the fall, legends have fallen Michael, Whitney, just want you to know that you're all in My memoryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
