[Phonte]
After a year of misconceptions
Fast food and late night sessions
Let down froze out change and redirection
Misderected anger and unchanneled aggression
And shout out to my crew, word up peace and blessings
For keeping me sane through all the stressing
Deceating my brain repeating the same unanswered questions
J-League blow the spot nigga filmin eleven
Serving emcee's like the finest deli contestant
But it's more than just spittin flows
Yo let me run it down
My son is running now
The nigga getting old
It's time to re-up now and book some bigger shows
Hit up on this front money as if you didn't know
It's all about plates dog, so fuck your talent show
Let's word to 9th sean poo ...
We got the world loving it yall
Couldn't do it if it wasn't for yall
I ain't fuckin wit yall
[Hook]
[Phonte2]
I put my life in my rhyme ya'll that's why I gotta do it
Some niggas die nameless
Some die without a dollar too it
Some niggas set goals but don't ever follow through it
So every night I'm saying amen like howard hewett (pronounced hue-wit)
Been thinking bout the times when I was stressing and shit
When im creatin to the beats niggas is blessin me with
It's like the heavens is picked ME to make this delivery
See I like making money but I rather make history
And I ain't a nigga that's all righteous and spiritual
I'm just tryin to be remembered for more than a year or two
Chill with my son and play some records in the living room
Have him bobbing his head like "yeah pops I'm feeling you"
I guess that's why I couldn't fuck with the material
Cuz when my album drop it ain't no telling what this shit'll do
Whether yall bang it in the parking lot
Or sell it for 99 cents in the bargain box
Just know a nigga put his heart in it
A nigga put his whole heart in it
All the pain and the scars in it
We gon keep rockin it on to the break of day
This real shit yall never take away
[Hook2]
After a year of misconceptions
Fast food and late night sessions
Let down froze out change and redirection
Misderected anger and unchanneled aggression
And shout out to my crew, word up peace and blessings
For keeping me sane through all the stressing
Deceating my brain repeating the same unanswered questions
J-League blow the spot nigga filmin eleven
Serving emcee's like the finest deli contestant
But it's more than just spittin flows
Yo let me run it down
My son is running now
The nigga getting old
It's time to re-up now and book some bigger shows
Hit up on this front money as if you didn't know
It's all about plates dog, so fuck your talent show
Let's word to 9th sean poo ...
We got the world loving it yall
Couldn't do it if it wasn't for yall
I ain't fuckin wit yall
[Hook]
[Phonte2]
I put my life in my rhyme ya'll that's why I gotta do it
Some niggas die nameless
Some die without a dollar too it
Some niggas set goals but don't ever follow through it
So every night I'm saying amen like howard hewett (pronounced hue-wit)
Been thinking bout the times when I was stressing and shit
When im creatin to the beats niggas is blessin me with
It's like the heavens is picked ME to make this delivery
See I like making money but I rather make history
And I ain't a nigga that's all righteous and spiritual
I'm just tryin to be remembered for more than a year or two
Chill with my son and play some records in the living room
Have him bobbing his head like "yeah pops I'm feeling you"
I guess that's why I couldn't fuck with the material
Cuz when my album drop it ain't no telling what this shit'll do
Whether yall bang it in the parking lot
Or sell it for 99 cents in the bargain box
Just know a nigga put his heart in it
A nigga put his whole heart in it
All the pain and the scars in it
We gon keep rockin it on to the break of day
This real shit yall never take away
[Hook2]
( Phonte )
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