[Verse 1]
Andre stop writing these rhymes , you really ain't nothing
Just 'cuz you from Jersey , don't mean you Joe Budden
You growing up, in the A, Just another rapper;
Just like all your friends,'cept you're a non factor
Give it up, yo, it'll never work
You growing up now, better hit up, job search
Put in that work, stack up on them pesos
It ain't all about you man; niggas hittin' the kitchen cooking white, with pots and pans
And you tryna' to support your family...
With a career that relies on fan? You crazy man;
You need a new plan, I'mma tell your momma, your failure just has to high of a chance
And I care too much to just sit in the stands...
[Hook]
I don't want no more, no more
I don't want no more, no more
I don't want no more, no more
It's fine if you won't let me shine, 'cuz I'mma soar
[Verse 2]
I'mma soar higher than the Heavens
To be or not to be, that's the real question
Why you discouraging me; if you say you care me, 'cuz if you really cared
You'd let me be the one. You'd let me be the one to overcome...
You'd be there every step of the way like a staircase
But you giving me up , before I even start climbing
But it's alright, I ain't crying
Got Lion King hair, so I'll proceed with the heart of a lion
I ain't a minion to nobody's opinion...
I ain't a minion to nobody's opinion...
Forget ya criticism, I'mma keep going crazy 'til somebody hands me some Ritalin
But even then, I'm still not finishin'
Keep ya head up homie, you better still be listenin'
People like you, give me the motivation to keep on chasing
Pacing for the Crystals like Jason
[Verse 3]
Do y'all feel me yet? Do y'all feel me yet? It's cut
Lucid Nuisance, shooting shots like Cupid
Mic master, beef with me? Now that's a disaster!
Not from Green Bay, but I swear I'm packing a packer
Eating beats like PAC-man; 'cept there's no game over, never crash land
Stressin' questionin'; whether recession in, my mind...
Will ever decline...
I can see the signs
I can see the slope of my hope will never falter
By every voucher that i've conquered
Going bonkers, like a monster
'Cept I'm less fiction than Loch ness
Realistic figure ghosting flows, so I'm guessing this world is haunted
God I'm so bionic, ain't it ironic?
Even if I'm last in line I'm still tonic
Fatal Appraisal, going one direction like Channing Tatum
Face it... Hype Nation
[Hook]
Andre stop writing these rhymes , you really ain't nothing
Just 'cuz you from Jersey , don't mean you Joe Budden
You growing up, in the A, Just another rapper;
Just like all your friends,'cept you're a non factor
Give it up, yo, it'll never work
You growing up now, better hit up, job search
Put in that work, stack up on them pesos
It ain't all about you man; niggas hittin' the kitchen cooking white, with pots and pans
And you tryna' to support your family...
With a career that relies on fan? You crazy man;
You need a new plan, I'mma tell your momma, your failure just has to high of a chance
And I care too much to just sit in the stands...
[Hook]
I don't want no more, no more
I don't want no more, no more
I don't want no more, no more
It's fine if you won't let me shine, 'cuz I'mma soar
[Verse 2]
I'mma soar higher than the Heavens
To be or not to be, that's the real question
Why you discouraging me; if you say you care me, 'cuz if you really cared
You'd let me be the one. You'd let me be the one to overcome...
You'd be there every step of the way like a staircase
But you giving me up , before I even start climbing
But it's alright, I ain't crying
Got Lion King hair, so I'll proceed with the heart of a lion
I ain't a minion to nobody's opinion...
I ain't a minion to nobody's opinion...
Forget ya criticism, I'mma keep going crazy 'til somebody hands me some Ritalin
But even then, I'm still not finishin'
Keep ya head up homie, you better still be listenin'
People like you, give me the motivation to keep on chasing
Pacing for the Crystals like Jason
[Verse 3]
Do y'all feel me yet? Do y'all feel me yet? It's cut
Lucid Nuisance, shooting shots like Cupid
Mic master, beef with me? Now that's a disaster!
Not from Green Bay, but I swear I'm packing a packer
Eating beats like PAC-man; 'cept there's no game over, never crash land
Stressin' questionin'; whether recession in, my mind...
Will ever decline...
I can see the signs
I can see the slope of my hope will never falter
By every voucher that i've conquered
Going bonkers, like a monster
'Cept I'm less fiction than Loch ness
Realistic figure ghosting flows, so I'm guessing this world is haunted
God I'm so bionic, ain't it ironic?
Even if I'm last in line I'm still tonic
Fatal Appraisal, going one direction like Channing Tatum
Face it... Hype Nation
[Hook]
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