The Finest
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I guess this is what I always wanted
But now that I'm here, shit is irrelevant
When they say my name you can see the face of a President
My city been hurting, people say I'm the medicine
They locked me out the game and security about to let me in
So I'm taking my steps, then my shoes change
Went from Reeboks to some Louis V shoe strings
Groupie hoes can't even pronounce the coupe name
I realized that back then I was too lame
Watching cars past on the main street
Tellig' Key Money we gon' get this shit one day
Two little niggas tryna make it through the gun play
Hallandale bury new niggas every sunday
And they bury the black people on the black side
And you can feel the racism on the white side
The only thing to draw a line is the main street
And when we talk about it they just say "Look at the bright side"
All the places that we know
Every city, every show
We do it big, how we supposed to
Real big, how we supposed to
And I don't think that you gon' learn
But I'ma shine 'cause it's my turn
That's a promise
And you know what the time is
We the finest, yeah
Daddy was never around
I never met him but mama would say
That he was coming every time it reach the holiday
And there I was peeking out the window
'Cause I heard the gun shot coming from the 5 floor
Another nigga dead 'cause of crooked cop
Another mother crying
Tell me when will it stop
The type of shit we only see inside the projects
You only see it on the television so they think its far fetched
Well pardon me for telling the truth
Maybe it's the weed smoke, I'm inhaling it too
You can ask Bill Clinton, it's what presidents do
Nowadays being broke is part of keeping it true
So we grind all night like we don't know jail
Pour out liquor for them niggas in a cold cell
It's hard out here so I pray I won't fail
'Cause you can get 5 mics but your album won't sell
All the places that we know
Every city, every show
We do it big, how we supposed to
Real big, how we supposed to
And I don't think that you gon' learn
But I'ma shine 'cause it's my turn
That's a promise
And you know what the time is
We the finest, yeah
Every city, every show, we do it big, we do it big
We do it big, I promise to you
Every city, every show, every places that we go
We don't forget were we coming from
Every city...
I guess this is what I always wanted
But now that I'm here, shit is irrelevant
When they say my name you can see the face of a President
My city been hurting, people say I'm the medicine
They locked me out the game and security about to let me in
So I'm taking my steps, then my shoes change
Went from Reeboks to some Louis V shoe strings
Groupie hoes can't even pronounce the coupe name
I realized that back then I was too lame
Watching cars past on the main street
Tellig' Key Money we gon' get this shit one day
Two little niggas tryna make it through the gun play
Hallandale bury new niggas every sunday
And they bury the black people on the black side
And you can feel the racism on the white side
The only thing to draw a line is the main street
And when we talk about it they just say "Look at the bright side"
All the places that we know
Every city, every show
We do it big, how we supposed to
Real big, how we supposed to
And I don't think that you gon' learn
But I'ma shine 'cause it's my turn
That's a promise
And you know what the time is
We the finest, yeah
Daddy was never around
I never met him but mama would say
That he was coming every time it reach the holiday
And there I was peeking out the window
'Cause I heard the gun shot coming from the 5 floor
Another nigga dead 'cause of crooked cop
Another mother crying
Tell me when will it stop
The type of shit we only see inside the projects
You only see it on the television so they think its far fetched
Well pardon me for telling the truth
Maybe it's the weed smoke, I'm inhaling it too
You can ask Bill Clinton, it's what presidents do
Nowadays being broke is part of keeping it true
So we grind all night like we don't know jail
Pour out liquor for them niggas in a cold cell
It's hard out here so I pray I won't fail
'Cause you can get 5 mics but your album won't sell
All the places that we know
Every city, every show
We do it big, how we supposed to
Real big, how we supposed to
And I don't think that you gon' learn
But I'ma shine 'cause it's my turn
That's a promise
And you know what the time is
We the finest, yeah
Every city, every show, we do it big, we do it big
We do it big, I promise to you
Every city, every show, every places that we go
We don't forget were we coming from
Every city...
Credits
Writer(s): Ismael Saba
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