作词 : Akintimehin, Olubowale Victor 作曲 : Akintimehin, Olubowale Victor Mama told me there'd be days like this But I ain't never ever think there'd be a day like this (Naw!) Not now not ever, and now until forever you will never need another (*****!) Look... Sorry hiphop, it took me so long to get on but so long that I'm on it, it's on! I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustla's, meanwhile Showin' mama I ain't dropped out for nothin'! I swear these dolla's gon' add up And I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck That's why I shine like I does, it's pain in my eyes but these east saints blind you to look Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag, whoever tried to gravitate G told me it's a city full of crimes, I'm feelin' like a platter at Philip's when I rap As much as I wanted to be minisculed the fact is, they'd only be happy with a minstrel actor Sorry Mr. Charlie won't chap dance, and **** the radio for tellin' me to snap jam I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here My net is from jet setters to cab fares Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand Ain't have to see-saw, I'm already scared I been called the ??? And I DC'd this whole ****in' genre And I ain't in it for them O's or them comma's But more or less the hope for **** *****s to prosper Yessir... (Chorus) The future is now, I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now **** *****s locked out 4 year rap drought It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out I would invest in a poncho, 'cause I ain't finna punch out like Glass Joe (Naw!) Ima go until my arm's sore, **** it! I go until my 40 millionth encore Hip-hop's dead yeah that's what Nas said to me I guess that's hip-hop heads on salary We've had the tables, on them record labels Who's next to release? We guillotine them *****s braggin' but everybody stagnant everybody broke except the ***** on the track (****!) And mama why you throw away my drums? A hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song ***** I'm a hundred miles far, I'm feelin' Chris Childs You lookin' like Kobe Bryant ya'll It's lonely at the top so I waited, but ain't nobody take it Now I'm playin' solitaire patient Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus See me as blasphemous for I don't need them God give me strength, ***** give me patience I am only a man and I don't know what to think (Chorus)
作词 : Akintimehin, Olubowale Victor 作曲 : Akintimehin, Olubowale Victor Mama told me there'd be days like this But I ain't never ever think there'd be a day like this (Naw!) Not now not ever, and now until forever you will never need another (*****!) Look... Sorry hiphop, it took me so long to get on but so long that I'm on it, it's on! I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustla's, meanwhile Showin' mama I ain't dropped out for nothin'! I swear these dolla's gon' add up And I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck That's why I shine like I does, it's pain in my eyes but these east saints blind you to look Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag, whoever tried to gravitate G told me it's a city full of crimes, I'm feelin' like a platter at Philip's when I rap As much as I wanted to be minisculed the fact is, they'd only be happy with a minstrel actor Sorry Mr. Charlie won't chap dance, and **** the radio for tellin' me to snap jam I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here My net is from jet setters to cab fares Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand Ain't have to see-saw, I'm already scared I been called the ??? And I DC'd this whole ****in' genre And I ain't in it for them O's or them comma's But more or less the hope for **** *****s to prosper Yessir... (Chorus) The future is now, I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now **** *****s locked out 4 year rap drought It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out I would invest in a poncho, 'cause I ain't finna punch out like Glass Joe (Naw!) Ima go until my arm's sore, **** it! I go until my 40 millionth encore Hip-hop's dead yeah that's what Nas said to me I guess that's hip-hop heads on salary We've had the tables, on them record labels Who's next to release? We guillotine them *****s braggin' but everybody stagnant everybody broke except the ***** on the track (****!) And mama why you throw away my drums? A hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song ***** I'm a hundred miles far, I'm feelin' Chris Childs You lookin' like Kobe Bryant ya'll It's lonely at the top so I waited, but ain't nobody take it Now I'm playin' solitaire patient Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus See me as blasphemous for I don't need them God give me strength, ***** give me patience I am only a man and I don't know what to think (Chorus)
