Wakin up to another day
I thank god cause plenty niggas is gettin slayed
We livin in a world, where many are mental slaves
Get a couple dollars and we waste em on a pair of js
I seen my mother struggle for a couple years
Heard my father is still alive and drinking beers
Now I'm 21, working hard as my mother
But I still make time to drink like that motherfucker
Failed out of college...
Not even trippin that I was paying for some knowledge
Different hoes coming to my room adding mileage
To a body that been all around the world before I got it
I ain't never slippin with them pigeons
Coming from a place where the birds always block a nigga vision
Seen a couple make it out the hood to drive in benzes
And did it on they own, so they don't know what a friend is
Keep a small circle till I'm obselete
The hottest spitter from new york and I'm in the streets
But I ain't touching, no drugs, just a pen
I be writing with a grin, got my niggas on my back
And we all tryna win
Word to Khaled, my lyrics is valid, I'm for the salad
For green or fettuchini, I hustle
Word to Tracey Morgan and the 30 rock
My name is known on 30 blocks
I'm steady working nigga cause the grind never stops
My city never sleep, that money what we bout
Even through the recession, we never seen a drought
And where I'm from we make foreign niggas walk it out
Niggas try to stay, then them locals gon' chalk em out
Young Christopher Wallace, my flow been polished
Ready to die, happy just to say I been to college
Working on a scheme, just to make it to my dreams
Tired of seeing em, I'm ready to achieve
Martin Luther king for the young niggas
It ain't a pun nigga
Leader of my generation, revolutions come nigga
I tend to use a word that means to oppress
I'm just a nigga out the womb and I'll be one to death
Kim told me put my lighter up, that should inspire us
But it's too many talking down out of spite of us
I'm steady laughing at the clowns who be bitin us
We steady eating, while they nibble on the hype of us
I used to want a friend, you know they come and go
I had to learn the same thing when it come to hoes
My only goal is for people to know me when I go
So if I die in my sleep, just know I put my soul
Mind, body and spirit all in my lyrics
Im speaking for Brooklyn
Hear the flow, niggas tend to fear it
I'm sittin on all these verses
I used to write em in cursive
Now I put em in my phone
Till I store em in my dome
On these tracks I be blackin
Some may say I'm spazzin
Spittin verbal crack...
Every song, drug trafficking
Praying that I make it
The game is for the taking
So im working off my ass, while these other niggas waiting
For a deal, that'll never come
Hoping that the cheddar come
Hungry, so I'm eating in this game, I ain't sharing crumbs
Spitting, you would think a nigga tryna rap a song in tongues
Niggas out here bitching im like Marvin, man what's going on
Bitches call me Tre
Niggas know my songs
I'm tryna make the world a place where we get along
So many thank me when I tweet the links to my songs
Was giving up on this music until I came along
I thank god cause plenty niggas is gettin slayed
We livin in a world, where many are mental slaves
Get a couple dollars and we waste em on a pair of js
I seen my mother struggle for a couple years
Heard my father is still alive and drinking beers
Now I'm 21, working hard as my mother
But I still make time to drink like that motherfucker
Failed out of college...
Not even trippin that I was paying for some knowledge
Different hoes coming to my room adding mileage
To a body that been all around the world before I got it
I ain't never slippin with them pigeons
Coming from a place where the birds always block a nigga vision
Seen a couple make it out the hood to drive in benzes
And did it on they own, so they don't know what a friend is
Keep a small circle till I'm obselete
The hottest spitter from new york and I'm in the streets
But I ain't touching, no drugs, just a pen
I be writing with a grin, got my niggas on my back
And we all tryna win
Word to Khaled, my lyrics is valid, I'm for the salad
For green or fettuchini, I hustle
Word to Tracey Morgan and the 30 rock
My name is known on 30 blocks
I'm steady working nigga cause the grind never stops
My city never sleep, that money what we bout
Even through the recession, we never seen a drought
And where I'm from we make foreign niggas walk it out
Niggas try to stay, then them locals gon' chalk em out
Young Christopher Wallace, my flow been polished
Ready to die, happy just to say I been to college
Working on a scheme, just to make it to my dreams
Tired of seeing em, I'm ready to achieve
Martin Luther king for the young niggas
It ain't a pun nigga
Leader of my generation, revolutions come nigga
I tend to use a word that means to oppress
I'm just a nigga out the womb and I'll be one to death
Kim told me put my lighter up, that should inspire us
But it's too many talking down out of spite of us
I'm steady laughing at the clowns who be bitin us
We steady eating, while they nibble on the hype of us
I used to want a friend, you know they come and go
I had to learn the same thing when it come to hoes
My only goal is for people to know me when I go
So if I die in my sleep, just know I put my soul
Mind, body and spirit all in my lyrics
Im speaking for Brooklyn
Hear the flow, niggas tend to fear it
I'm sittin on all these verses
I used to write em in cursive
Now I put em in my phone
Till I store em in my dome
On these tracks I be blackin
Some may say I'm spazzin
Spittin verbal crack...
Every song, drug trafficking
Praying that I make it
The game is for the taking
So im working off my ass, while these other niggas waiting
For a deal, that'll never come
Hoping that the cheddar come
Hungry, so I'm eating in this game, I ain't sharing crumbs
Spitting, you would think a nigga tryna rap a song in tongues
Niggas out here bitching im like Marvin, man what's going on
Bitches call me Tre
Niggas know my songs
I'm tryna make the world a place where we get along
So many thank me when I tweet the links to my songs
Was giving up on this music until I came along
( ReQ Cartier )
www.ChordsAZ.com