作词 : none 作曲 : Janale Harris, Alex Gholston, Rashad Cunningham Shout to Ghani Evaready, handle your fam Sam still holding it steady, get ready making my throat clearer, going over my set spitting it in the mirror, bottled water and some lemon juice, drink it all day just to keep the vocals loose, deep breaths come from the mid-section, out my mouth clarify the projections, so excited I got an erection, still nervous I got no protection, next **** come to fruition, nobody thought that I’d finish this mission, did it without an image invention quite unconventional, no think about it hit it and go, face to face from the top to the bottom, yelling my name and it’s plain that I got them, orgasms that’s when it all started, 11 albums later music still in my heart and, pardon if I got you with the metaphors and allegory, but it’s just the way I like to tell a story. road here ain’t glory and easy milla, if I was a book I’d play a suspense thriller, bargain to a best seller, penthouse from a cave dweller pretend leader to a trend setter, champagne dreams night train budget, sip some som Dom P didn’t love it, so right now cognac and wheat beer, fight the hype down it’s sweet to be here, butterflies beat back the tears, chanting my name tears hitting my ears, palms sweaty ready or not, 3 - 2 - 1 then it lets the spotlight drop, shocked the world with a mic in my hand, Cinderella Man is resurrected again, 20 grand sold out house, and they know every world before it come out my mouth, recognize the song when DJ spin it, all over every track like they’re really ones in it, got dreams of Madison Square Gardens, name in marquee real game has started, bore ya’ll too much the road I took, want to hear about it buy my book, but I seen it said I’m a get it, smelled it taste it now I am in it.
作词 : none 作曲 : Janale Harris, Alex Gholston, Rashad Cunningham Shout to Ghani Evaready, handle your fam Sam still holding it steady, get ready making my throat clearer, going over my set spitting it in the mirror, bottled water and some lemon juice, drink it all day just to keep the vocals loose, deep breaths come from the mid-section, out my mouth clarify the projections, so excited I got an erection, still nervous I got no protection, next **** come to fruition, nobody thought that I’d finish this mission, did it without an image invention quite unconventional, no think about it hit it and go, face to face from the top to the bottom, yelling my name and it’s plain that I got them, orgasms that’s when it all started, 11 albums later music still in my heart and, pardon if I got you with the metaphors and allegory, but it’s just the way I like to tell a story. road here ain’t glory and easy milla, if I was a book I’d play a suspense thriller, bargain to a best seller, penthouse from a cave dweller pretend leader to a trend setter, champagne dreams night train budget, sip some som Dom P didn’t love it, so right now cognac and wheat beer, fight the hype down it’s sweet to be here, butterflies beat back the tears, chanting my name tears hitting my ears, palms sweaty ready or not, 3 - 2 - 1 then it lets the spotlight drop, shocked the world with a mic in my hand, Cinderella Man is resurrected again, 20 grand sold out house, and they know every world before it come out my mouth, recognize the song when DJ spin it, all over every track like they’re really ones in it, got dreams of Madison Square Gardens, name in marquee real game has started, bore ya’ll too much the road I took, want to hear about it buy my book, but I seen it said I’m a get it, smelled it taste it now I am in it.
