Wristbands
Bro, I swear they got me feeling like the city's mine
Oh, it ain't nothing, they just like the way I put it down
Now play that song again, the dj gotta hit rewind
And let the people know you're rocking with a Gemini
That's on my mama, send a shout out to my different sides
When I was young, I always knew I'd build an enterprise
Not pointing fingers, but some niggas tried to kill the vibe
I've got no grudges, that just proves that you ain't real inside
You can move aside, make some room for the chosen leaders
No, I ain't perfect, wash my tunes in the blood of Jesus
While other dudes is make-believe, boy, I make believers
Just make sure everything you do is true and shakes the speakers
I'm putting leashes on the folks you thought was off the chain
Show you the difference, dope and popular is not the same
And as long as it makes you dance you let it rot your brain
But I be jiggin' to it to so I cannot complain
Know what I'm saying, man
You know who I do it for You know who I do it for
Hold your wristbands high, let them fools know
You know who I do it for You know who I do it for
Hold your wristbands high, let them fools know
Let them fools know Let them fools know
Let them fools know
You know who I do it for You know who I do it for
Hold your wristbands high, let them fools know
Fame is never what I do it for... it's for my bros
Ask me what I'm making music for... it's for the soul
It was never about the platinum... or the gold
It was about the niggas turning up... at my shows
It was about back in 2004... when I was greener
I was hitting stages in New Orleans... at Tipitina's
They saw something special in ya boy... maybe a genius
Maybe not but still his talent level... is off the meters, Thank you Jesus
Now the prophecy's fulfilled, I can see the field of dreams
Closer to my reach, and I ain't talking about a deal
I mean, freedom to pursue what's in your heart and never feel a thing
Promise with my eyes closed, I can almost hear the screams
Keeping God first, family over anything
Watch out for them dream killers, never let them kill your dreams
It don't matter if they slander you, you're still a king
Give a plan to your passion and you give it wings
You know who I do it for You know who I do it for
Hold your wristbands high, let them fools know
You know who I do it for You know who I do it for
Hold your wristbands high, let them fools know
Let them fools know Let them fools know
Let them fools know
You know who I do it for You know who I do it for
Hold your wristbands high, let them fools know
Oh, it ain't nothing, they just like the way I put it down
Now play that song again, the dj gotta hit rewind
And let the people know you're rocking with a Gemini
That's on my mama, send a shout out to my different sides
When I was young, I always knew I'd build an enterprise
Not pointing fingers, but some niggas tried to kill the vibe
I've got no grudges, that just proves that you ain't real inside
You can move aside, make some room for the chosen leaders
No, I ain't perfect, wash my tunes in the blood of Jesus
While other dudes is make-believe, boy, I make believers
Just make sure everything you do is true and shakes the speakers
I'm putting leashes on the folks you thought was off the chain
Show you the difference, dope and popular is not the same
And as long as it makes you dance you let it rot your brain
But I be jiggin' to it to so I cannot complain
Know what I'm saying, man
You know who I do it for You know who I do it for
Hold your wristbands high, let them fools know
You know who I do it for You know who I do it for
Hold your wristbands high, let them fools know
Let them fools know Let them fools know
Let them fools know
You know who I do it for You know who I do it for
Hold your wristbands high, let them fools know
Fame is never what I do it for... it's for my bros
Ask me what I'm making music for... it's for the soul
It was never about the platinum... or the gold
It was about the niggas turning up... at my shows
It was about back in 2004... when I was greener
I was hitting stages in New Orleans... at Tipitina's
They saw something special in ya boy... maybe a genius
Maybe not but still his talent level... is off the meters, Thank you Jesus
Now the prophecy's fulfilled, I can see the field of dreams
Closer to my reach, and I ain't talking about a deal
I mean, freedom to pursue what's in your heart and never feel a thing
Promise with my eyes closed, I can almost hear the screams
Keeping God first, family over anything
Watch out for them dream killers, never let them kill your dreams
It don't matter if they slander you, you're still a king
Give a plan to your passion and you give it wings
You know who I do it for You know who I do it for
Hold your wristbands high, let them fools know
You know who I do it for You know who I do it for
Hold your wristbands high, let them fools know
Let them fools know Let them fools know
Let them fools know
You know who I do it for You know who I do it for
Hold your wristbands high, let them fools know
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Brown
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