Role Models
This one's for my role models
First things first
I gotta send all my love to my dad
Rest In Peace
There's a whole side to you I never knew
But I guess this side of me you never knew too
Yeah it's kinda new
As I write these words it finally hit me
I never your dreams and God took you from me
Now I see your enemies they chasing after me
But you know what's up
Dad I'mma chase em
I'm gon' kill emI'm gon' bury em
You was an architect
Funny thing is that I wasn't an artist yet
But I saw the dedication the blood and sweat
As I watch you draw in awe
Jamming to your best Celine Dion cassette
Thinking Mehn I gatta be this nigga
Wishing I was as time conscious as my father
Wishing I Had it figured out like my dad
Wishing I was as time conscious as my dad
So I say
Shout out to my role models
And to their role models
The people keeping it real nowadays it's hard to tell
So I might give you all my own Nobel
Cause the realest never recognized
So I recognize the realest before my very eyes
The people who in trying times
Kept their eyes on the prize and
Kept climbing high
Shout out to my role models
Shout out to my role models
God bless all my role models
I love all my
Next things next
Shout out Cassper Nyovest
You cocky motherfucker feeling like you're the best
I'm really just a fan sending out my respect
But watch out very soon dawg I'm coming to contest
Like
You dropped out of school
How did you convince mom it was cool?
Anyways you made it, I'm
Sending my salute
I'm sure back then they looked at you
Looked at you like you was a fool
Then Jon Bellion
Ohhhh my God Jon Bellion!
You dropped out of college
But you're spitting all these knowledge
Became a dream chaser at a very young age
When I saw you performing on stage
The artistry, melody and soul
Reminded me of Jesse Jagz and J Cole
Spitting hits anytime y'all spit
Like the human body
Y'all produce your own shit
Jesse taught me
How to spit raw shit
Never listen to phonies cause
All they do is talk shit
Talk about girls and the money and fame
Sometimes I wonder if that's all that's stuck in their brain
Damn!
Damn
(Shout out to my role models)
Damn
(Shout out to me role models)
God bless
God bless all my role models
First things first
I gotta send all my love to my dad
Rest In Peace
There's a whole side to you I never knew
But I guess this side of me you never knew too
Yeah it's kinda new
As I write these words it finally hit me
I never your dreams and God took you from me
Now I see your enemies they chasing after me
But you know what's up
Dad I'mma chase em
I'm gon' kill emI'm gon' bury em
You was an architect
Funny thing is that I wasn't an artist yet
But I saw the dedication the blood and sweat
As I watch you draw in awe
Jamming to your best Celine Dion cassette
Thinking Mehn I gatta be this nigga
Wishing I was as time conscious as my father
Wishing I Had it figured out like my dad
Wishing I was as time conscious as my dad
So I say
Shout out to my role models
And to their role models
The people keeping it real nowadays it's hard to tell
So I might give you all my own Nobel
Cause the realest never recognized
So I recognize the realest before my very eyes
The people who in trying times
Kept their eyes on the prize and
Kept climbing high
Shout out to my role models
Shout out to my role models
God bless all my role models
I love all my
Next things next
Shout out Cassper Nyovest
You cocky motherfucker feeling like you're the best
I'm really just a fan sending out my respect
But watch out very soon dawg I'm coming to contest
Like
You dropped out of school
How did you convince mom it was cool?
Anyways you made it, I'm
Sending my salute
I'm sure back then they looked at you
Looked at you like you was a fool
Then Jon Bellion
Ohhhh my God Jon Bellion!
You dropped out of college
But you're spitting all these knowledge
Became a dream chaser at a very young age
When I saw you performing on stage
The artistry, melody and soul
Reminded me of Jesse Jagz and J Cole
Spitting hits anytime y'all spit
Like the human body
Y'all produce your own shit
Jesse taught me
How to spit raw shit
Never listen to phonies cause
All they do is talk shit
Talk about girls and the money and fame
Sometimes I wonder if that's all that's stuck in their brain
Damn!
Damn
(Shout out to my role models)
Damn
(Shout out to me role models)
God bless
God bless all my role models
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Writer(s): Peter Sunday
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