Got to Be There
It's Tay Da Prince coming to you live
Story of My Life yeah
I'm bouta go crazy on this one man
It was last year when I was a cashier
Trynna work that 9 to 5
Flipping chickens turn to a electrician
Just a young man trynna survive
Only 19 I use my mind as a weapon I'm ya og's og og
Nah I'm just playing but you know me
And I'm the star of the game you in the nose bleeds
Left hand Cuttino Mobley
And I'm shooting fade aways like I'm Kobe
Uh who would've thought that I'd pick up a mic
They say damn Tay Da Prince yo, your beats is nice
So I called my uncle J and he booked me a flight
I had my tickets in my left and the bags in my right
Now I'm off to LA, Just hit the airway
With the hopes that my song gone hit the airwaves
And I don't care what they gotta say about me dawg
And all that shit that they say I just brush it off
And if you try to come for me you can get knocked off
And when I shine ima shine like a star
Awe shit yo mom dad wake up you know I gotta be there at seven
You know I gotta be there two hours early
See always black people on black people time man got damn
Wake up, wake up
Broke right now time to get my cake up
Artificial artists, man they fake up
Mac products Lorial, makeup
Now let's get away from the silicone, I'll show you what I be on
I take the rap game and put it in my backpack
And pull it out what just for a Rap Snack
And if the plane crash at least I was first class
And the flight attendant damn she had a fat a
Would I smash? I'll pass
It's not your body baby it's bout your mind
And I'm focus right now I'm on my grind
My mama said, ma ma ma my momma said
I can't be messing up the money not right now
She actually told me I need to stick to my arts
Put the champagne in the cart cause we bout to lift off
And I know all the haters and doubters are pissed off
Go run into some traffic my nigga and get lost
Gods gift to the world he sent a prodigy here
I gotta interview in the morning man I gotta be there cmon
Damn yo where my greeter at, yo I need to be at the gate
I need to check my bags
Im just Im just trying to get on the airplane so I can grab some sleep
So I can be on my way to LA
But I can't do that without him
Yo he must be black too man on black people time
Damn the Story Of My Life
Story of My Life yeah
I'm bouta go crazy on this one man
It was last year when I was a cashier
Trynna work that 9 to 5
Flipping chickens turn to a electrician
Just a young man trynna survive
Only 19 I use my mind as a weapon I'm ya og's og og
Nah I'm just playing but you know me
And I'm the star of the game you in the nose bleeds
Left hand Cuttino Mobley
And I'm shooting fade aways like I'm Kobe
Uh who would've thought that I'd pick up a mic
They say damn Tay Da Prince yo, your beats is nice
So I called my uncle J and he booked me a flight
I had my tickets in my left and the bags in my right
Now I'm off to LA, Just hit the airway
With the hopes that my song gone hit the airwaves
And I don't care what they gotta say about me dawg
And all that shit that they say I just brush it off
And if you try to come for me you can get knocked off
And when I shine ima shine like a star
Awe shit yo mom dad wake up you know I gotta be there at seven
You know I gotta be there two hours early
See always black people on black people time man got damn
Wake up, wake up
Broke right now time to get my cake up
Artificial artists, man they fake up
Mac products Lorial, makeup
Now let's get away from the silicone, I'll show you what I be on
I take the rap game and put it in my backpack
And pull it out what just for a Rap Snack
And if the plane crash at least I was first class
And the flight attendant damn she had a fat a
Would I smash? I'll pass
It's not your body baby it's bout your mind
And I'm focus right now I'm on my grind
My mama said, ma ma ma my momma said
I can't be messing up the money not right now
She actually told me I need to stick to my arts
Put the champagne in the cart cause we bout to lift off
And I know all the haters and doubters are pissed off
Go run into some traffic my nigga and get lost
Gods gift to the world he sent a prodigy here
I gotta interview in the morning man I gotta be there cmon
Damn yo where my greeter at, yo I need to be at the gate
I need to check my bags
Im just Im just trying to get on the airplane so I can grab some sleep
So I can be on my way to LA
But I can't do that without him
Yo he must be black too man on black people time
Damn the Story Of My Life
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Writer(s): Te'vaun Stephens
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