REMIND YOU
I must've let them et 'bout me
I got too cocky, I can't lie
Heard they had said I can't rap
They got no bars like a white collar prison
It's crazy the way they all cap
Never thought I'd be the one for the humble rap
Back in the day when I started was mumble rap
Who would've thought O'Toole brought the rap back
Uh, uh
Treat 'em all like my sons
Teaming I got on
Teaming time with all mine
And I can't be what you want
Be still here in the morning
Giving all that you got
But if you shame to admit it
Got no excuse where I go
Tracing the money
Lies beyond heart full of gold
Skeletons in my closet
Gotta take to the grave
If you step ain't to make it
It's what it's gonna take
But what if I don't
Fail you're not an option
You struggle alone
Remember the group chat
I'm peeping the phone
Trading their music
Just leave it to bros
Strong as I am
And all headed I'll be
First time in my life
That type thing get to me
None left to say
So I just say c'est la vie
I feel too sober
Needing some more of this
Keep the bars up
Poison
I need more of the poison
Give me more
Poison
Really really
I don't feel no more
More of the poison
Searching for more of the poison
It's all different now
Everything different
None of this shit the same no more
It's all changed
I guess it's just part of growing up
I finally get it now
I know what I gotta do
Gotta keep my head down, I can't let no one know my intentions
That beat for the music, all my attention
Was getting they mouth like a pair of some dentures
I guess I grew up
Back up at night then I had to move on
These streets have been full of them needles
Seizing up junkie, right there in front of me
Still never judge
Better than anyone, I know that y'all got a story
But if you try touch me with those bad intentions
My brother, I promise it's gonna get scary
I know I do not be a thug
But the last man that back these knife
Real life, they get put in the mud
Let me eat hot shit
But you get that wrong idea
I'm looking after my family
I'm treating my nephew
My niece love my kids
I'm doing this shit for Connie
I'm doing this shit for Mia
I'm doing this shit forever
I do this shit for Aurora
This a whole new different side of me
I could keep going forever
Can't believe I was filled with the doubt
Ain't it funny the way it work out
It's virtual I come from the barrel
Lot less my music the truth
Now season here to sign out
Till next time in the booth
I got too cocky, I can't lie
Heard they had said I can't rap
They got no bars like a white collar prison
It's crazy the way they all cap
Never thought I'd be the one for the humble rap
Back in the day when I started was mumble rap
Who would've thought O'Toole brought the rap back
Uh, uh
Treat 'em all like my sons
Teaming I got on
Teaming time with all mine
And I can't be what you want
Be still here in the morning
Giving all that you got
But if you shame to admit it
Got no excuse where I go
Tracing the money
Lies beyond heart full of gold
Skeletons in my closet
Gotta take to the grave
If you step ain't to make it
It's what it's gonna take
But what if I don't
Fail you're not an option
You struggle alone
Remember the group chat
I'm peeping the phone
Trading their music
Just leave it to bros
Strong as I am
And all headed I'll be
First time in my life
That type thing get to me
None left to say
So I just say c'est la vie
I feel too sober
Needing some more of this
Keep the bars up
Poison
I need more of the poison
Give me more
Poison
Really really
I don't feel no more
More of the poison
Searching for more of the poison
It's all different now
Everything different
None of this shit the same no more
It's all changed
I guess it's just part of growing up
I finally get it now
I know what I gotta do
Gotta keep my head down, I can't let no one know my intentions
That beat for the music, all my attention
Was getting they mouth like a pair of some dentures
I guess I grew up
Back up at night then I had to move on
These streets have been full of them needles
Seizing up junkie, right there in front of me
Still never judge
Better than anyone, I know that y'all got a story
But if you try touch me with those bad intentions
My brother, I promise it's gonna get scary
I know I do not be a thug
But the last man that back these knife
Real life, they get put in the mud
Let me eat hot shit
But you get that wrong idea
I'm looking after my family
I'm treating my nephew
My niece love my kids
I'm doing this shit for Connie
I'm doing this shit for Mia
I'm doing this shit forever
I do this shit for Aurora
This a whole new different side of me
I could keep going forever
Can't believe I was filled with the doubt
Ain't it funny the way it work out
It's virtual I come from the barrel
Lot less my music the truth
Now season here to sign out
Till next time in the booth
Credits
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