A-Roy - Nicest in the City lyrics

(Verse 1-Dru B Shinin') All the doubters in my past screaming f** em now Like the Superman ride a lot of ups and downs Like that girl in '07 lost my feet so I can't even walk So much on my mind that I can't even talk Cla** is in session and I don't need no chalk Need no black board They ask me what I'm shooting for? Man I'm trying to bank just like a backboard Coming through the underground sneaking in through the back door And y'all be hating, sleeping, call it pillow talk Y'all get tossed on the ground just like a ‘rillo box Y'all get thrown in the wind just like some cellaphane Looking for that fire well holla I got hella flame Took a loss, homie I ain't about to pout Lost some stacks, swear that I'ma get ‘em back When it comes to countin', homie don't ever count me out Early in the morning I shower and then I'm out the house… early (Chorus-scratches) (Verse 2 -A-Roy) Why the hell am I here? What the f** am I doing? I'm ruined and all of my cash is consumed by the school I'm a fool to think that this is paying dues When the f**in' rent is due, and due to student loans I'm screwed So I crack a case of brew, Blue Moon Lay back in my living room bumpin' Screw tunes Drunk by myself, I get a visit from my muse Grab my pen and pad and write a rhyme about the blues Every time I rap I'm giving birth from my soul The words are my baby, the beat becomes her clothes My lady always worried bout me chasing after hoes I laugh cuz I only fantasize of goin' gold But I don't need a deal cuz I don't want my music meddled with But I want the money got bills that need settling Whips that need pedaling, outfits need the freshest ‘Cause when I put it on for my city's how I'm reppin' (Chorus) (Verse 3-Dru B Shinin') Life ain't always perfect the purpose is so elusive Get paper and do this music I know that something missing Not a Christian no religion but something crossing my mind Like ashes on Ashe Wednesday there's something lost I can't find No GPS can find it, my album, I just rewind it To better days when the climate, was beautiful, sun was shining Studio I was rhyming just rapping my pain I started grinding, that's where it changed, sacrifice everything So I'm praying to God, one day, living my dream Because, making it's hard, I enlisted a team A couple friends, one common goal No instruments in the trunk, but we on the road This instrumental it bumps, it sparks your soul EyeJay did his part now its on my flow Cold world, you better cover up Toss alley-oops to the homies so the can f**in' dunk (Chorus) (Verse 4-A-Roy) I ain't finished I replenish never timid and my style is never rigid Lyrically vivid, I'm rap's Popeye on his spinach Flex my tongue with plenty reps over heavy beats The same tongue had your girl sprung the other week… And you know what I mean, but back to me And all these critics who refuse to see I'm gifted – y'all trippin' This rap sh** I'm k**in', feelin' disrespected When I genuflect to introspective verses, with or without the curses The ma**es longing for those lazy flows it's crazy yo But I refuse to keep the bar low I'm climbing Your braggadocio grows like Pinnochio's nose you lying Blowing smoke with all that okey doke rhyming So if this the last you hear from A dash R-O-Y I, gave you the realest sh** I ever wrote “against all odds” So keep me on your iPod, keep me in your deck And keep the faith that hip hop is soon to resurrect in Texas!