And So On
Let's just get to it
Yeah, you contemplate bout living right, you thinking spiritual
They hardly hearing you, until you spit your verses then they fearing you
And this is lyrical, despite the pitiful, fuck the typical
What's so weird about being yourself, it may seem difficult
But it's really not if you think about it, get the ring up out it
Can you bring up out another rapper, who's just tryna live his life
Fuckers wanna fight, for no wrong or right, you might just see the light
Nah, I ain't never with the consequences
I'm just tryna be the greatest that I ever was, telling you that I got back all my senses
I'm in your base, man fuck defenses, but they just got offended
I'm relentless with the rhyme schemes, I think I had the right dream
Though it might seem, that I ain't like these other posers
Going over, colder than the older sodas, I'm rapping how i'm suppose to
Most a man can become is something that he wants from dozers
Mhm
Bitch, I look up to the sky, wonder why we living in this life
We gotta make a few more wrongs, before we make a right
And despite all the fights we've been putting up
Yeah, lately I've been feeling stuck, and out of luck
But just like a hockey puck I gotta make a shot, to make it to the top
I went to college for the knowledge, and so people would acknowledge me
And that's the deal with other rappers tryna follow me
Like, oh, you tryna make a dollar, see
I pop my collard greens like my money, and my dollar dreams
Of another day, of another night
Of another life, or another strife
That's the sight on a rooftop
They tell me you drop, everything you cop
Heavens two blocks, away from my house
I gotta say what I want, not dollar amounts
I gotta bounce from the wave
What the fuck you even tryna say
Save one for my other days
Might just stress so I gotta pray
And that's the test, man we have to pay
Pay up, got the lay up, stay up, till the day up
Working till the night is done, gotta wait and maybe then I've won (Yeah)
What's one thing that I want
What's one thing that I want
What's one thing that I want
Fuck the power, the glory, the money, man I want the front
What's one thing that I want
What's, one thing that I want
Fuck the power, the glory, the money, man I want the front
What's, what's, what's one thing that I want
Fuck the power, the glory, the money, man I want the front
(What's)
Yeah, you contemplate bout living right, you thinking spiritual
They hardly hearing you, until you spit your verses then they fearing you
And this is lyrical, despite the pitiful, fuck the typical
What's so weird about being yourself, it may seem difficult
But it's really not if you think about it, get the ring up out it
Can you bring up out another rapper, who's just tryna live his life
Fuckers wanna fight, for no wrong or right, you might just see the light
Nah, I ain't never with the consequences
I'm just tryna be the greatest that I ever was, telling you that I got back all my senses
I'm in your base, man fuck defenses, but they just got offended
I'm relentless with the rhyme schemes, I think I had the right dream
Though it might seem, that I ain't like these other posers
Going over, colder than the older sodas, I'm rapping how i'm suppose to
Most a man can become is something that he wants from dozers
Mhm
Bitch, I look up to the sky, wonder why we living in this life
We gotta make a few more wrongs, before we make a right
And despite all the fights we've been putting up
Yeah, lately I've been feeling stuck, and out of luck
But just like a hockey puck I gotta make a shot, to make it to the top
I went to college for the knowledge, and so people would acknowledge me
And that's the deal with other rappers tryna follow me
Like, oh, you tryna make a dollar, see
I pop my collard greens like my money, and my dollar dreams
Of another day, of another night
Of another life, or another strife
That's the sight on a rooftop
They tell me you drop, everything you cop
Heavens two blocks, away from my house
I gotta say what I want, not dollar amounts
I gotta bounce from the wave
What the fuck you even tryna say
Save one for my other days
Might just stress so I gotta pray
And that's the test, man we have to pay
Pay up, got the lay up, stay up, till the day up
Working till the night is done, gotta wait and maybe then I've won (Yeah)
What's one thing that I want
What's one thing that I want
What's one thing that I want
Fuck the power, the glory, the money, man I want the front
What's one thing that I want
What's, one thing that I want
Fuck the power, the glory, the money, man I want the front
What's, what's, what's one thing that I want
Fuck the power, the glory, the money, man I want the front
(What's)
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Writer(s): Jon Rodriguez
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