Now I was dreaming bout a deal At the age of 13 I was feignin for the meals I ain't talkin burger king Some of my niggas In the 'ville all they did was serve things Fuck scales, I had skills, all day rehearsing Them pretty boys had them gals Spend their time flirting All they wanted was some waves Like they fuckin surfin Hold up now, don't get it twisted I ain't hatin, do ya thing I was like a young simba Couldn't wait to be the king Now a nigga is the prince Hopped over the fence Where the grass way greener Look at shorty ass way meaner Somethin like sarina mixed With trina have you seen her? She fine enough to be ms. howard, word to edina My money like a senior, watch it graduate Now it's time to eat I'm lettin all my niggas grab a plate Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phonies These niggas heard about me Now they actin like they know me Keep on sayin, where ya goin nigga
Shit, it ain't no tellin Ey where ya goin nigga Ey, it ain't no tellin They keep on sayin where ya goin nigga Goin nigga It ain't no tellin Can't tell ya where I'm goin Just know I won't stop Good bye to the bottom, hello to the, top
Pardon the interruption A proper introduction is necessary When your shit is legendary Man, greedy niggas wouldn't let me in The cafeteria and Cause they ain't believe Suddenly they presbyterian The hoes is librarians, they lookin me up She got a jones like marion, she lickin me up Then we cut, look at how she say my name I got her moanin j. cole They used to say jermaine I never change, I'm like a corpse in a coffin Six feet, shits deep I was low, just a dolla and some hope, fix me Cause I was broke, plus the weed That I would smoke would make it worser Lord please let my problems disappear Like ron mercer I'm a star, converses conversin With them girls with them curves like cursive They open like curtains Cause my shit is unheard of Like curses on the radio Same bitches used to play me though Now they yellin, where ya goin nigga
Shit, it ain't no tellin Ey where ya goin nigga Shit, it ain't no tellin They keep on sayin where ya goin nigga Goin nigga It ain't no tellin Can't tell ya where I'm goin Just know I won't stop Good bye to the bottom, hello to the, top
I left the city for a minute But it's still on my back Told my niggas Ey I'm finna put the 'ville on the map I'll be back And I'm comin with a deal and a plaque Cause I'm I'll bitch They couldn't make a pill for the rap Pourin liquor for my niggas That was kissin em back Came home, shit is real Niggas still in the trap Hold up now, don't get it twisted If you slang do ya thang Me I'm like a young simba I can't wait to be the king Witness the dream Straight out that carolina water I was brought up In the city where the skinny niggas Tryin to be the ballers Ain't no fathers But the skinny niggas tryin hit they daughters Sneakin in the crib But her momma never caught us What they taught us Man them bad bitches only want the ballers To start us, we hoopin Now them hoes want to guard us Uh, ok so play d, know what I mean And I, I, I put ya on the team And this life is but a dream And I need a fast car, bad broads Fast forward, passport, I'm a fuckin rap star Ey where ya goin nigga Shit, it ain't no tellin They say this life is but a dream Well I need a fast car, bad broads Fast forward, passport, I'm a fuckin rap star Ey where ya goin nigga It ain't no tellin
Compositor: Jermaine L Cole (BMI)Editor: Songs Of Universal Inc (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #24230132 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM