WHERE YOU BEEN?
Yeah, this been a long time comin'
Ha, let's get this shit
I didn't see this comin'
It's unfortunate, but true
And all of these summers
Kept my heart in it, real smooth
So, tell me if it's something
Is there something I can do?
I been running up all summer (Mhm)
It's no way I can lose (Yeah)
I see the torch sittin', and patiently watchin' me
Waitin' to land in the hands of the prodigies
To teach the children 'bout realness in rhyming
And sampling and timing, how to get in line with
Help curate masterpieces built on their lives
Talkin' real lives, no life built on lies
Killin' what I see, we talent-deprived
Morons on oxy like see-through disguise (Huh)
I'm stylin' on 'em, baby, I'm wildin' now
The people gon' ask who am I
A kid with a passion, did way more than try
So, no, it's not arrogance, rather its confidence
To raise quality for you, much obliged
I didn't see this comin' (Where you been?)
It's unfortunate, but true (It's unfortunate)
And all of these summers (All these summers)
Kept my heart in it, real smooth (What you been to?)
So, tell me if it's something (Tell me)
Is there something I can do? (Is there something?)
I been running up all summer (I been runnin' up)
And it's no way I can lose
Even on the beat, the sample's a lil' passive
Fever dream, elite, the phatest, you cannot pass us
Make you move your feet a lil', do the cat daddy
Roll around the scene and see a lot of bad habits
Easy P, you see this casual is so classic
'Til we free we keep these tasselings on me
Tell 'em hopin' for a choke, can kiss my ass, homie
I ain't here for a Jesus piece, the braggings on sneak
See, we free in this, I want VST's for the feat'
Ain't here just for beats, we gon' tweak and critique
Ain't stoppin' 'til we poppin' and we seen on TV
I need more power, more power, feed on you weak
Make 'Em Rap Again's the new word on the street, please believe
The tale goes "One night, when all stars align, they finally arrive.
A new taste of life, and they don't want much
They just want you to be who you want."
This the only nigga spittin' that raw motherfuckin' hip-hop shit right now
That's why I stand next to this nigga
This what the fuck we make, we make good music
We don't give a fuck about how much goddam money you make
We make good music!
Ha, let's get this shit
I didn't see this comin'
It's unfortunate, but true
And all of these summers
Kept my heart in it, real smooth
So, tell me if it's something
Is there something I can do?
I been running up all summer (Mhm)
It's no way I can lose (Yeah)
I see the torch sittin', and patiently watchin' me
Waitin' to land in the hands of the prodigies
To teach the children 'bout realness in rhyming
And sampling and timing, how to get in line with
Help curate masterpieces built on their lives
Talkin' real lives, no life built on lies
Killin' what I see, we talent-deprived
Morons on oxy like see-through disguise (Huh)
I'm stylin' on 'em, baby, I'm wildin' now
The people gon' ask who am I
A kid with a passion, did way more than try
So, no, it's not arrogance, rather its confidence
To raise quality for you, much obliged
I didn't see this comin' (Where you been?)
It's unfortunate, but true (It's unfortunate)
And all of these summers (All these summers)
Kept my heart in it, real smooth (What you been to?)
So, tell me if it's something (Tell me)
Is there something I can do? (Is there something?)
I been running up all summer (I been runnin' up)
And it's no way I can lose
Even on the beat, the sample's a lil' passive
Fever dream, elite, the phatest, you cannot pass us
Make you move your feet a lil', do the cat daddy
Roll around the scene and see a lot of bad habits
Easy P, you see this casual is so classic
'Til we free we keep these tasselings on me
Tell 'em hopin' for a choke, can kiss my ass, homie
I ain't here for a Jesus piece, the braggings on sneak
See, we free in this, I want VST's for the feat'
Ain't here just for beats, we gon' tweak and critique
Ain't stoppin' 'til we poppin' and we seen on TV
I need more power, more power, feed on you weak
Make 'Em Rap Again's the new word on the street, please believe
The tale goes "One night, when all stars align, they finally arrive.
A new taste of life, and they don't want much
They just want you to be who you want."
This the only nigga spittin' that raw motherfuckin' hip-hop shit right now
That's why I stand next to this nigga
This what the fuck we make, we make good music
We don't give a fuck about how much goddam money you make
We make good music!
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Harris, Joshua Harris
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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