Karriem Riggins - Gotta Be More lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Grant] n***as ain't been rapping lately, guess I'm trapped in the 80s Ain't fly enough if the fashion statements don't make you hate me Looking up to drug czars, same ones who sold my mother raw Die quick as the culture if we don't evolve Could never hide the scars I'm from where pistols bark like a pit of dogs, n***a sh** gets hard Thirsty b**hes even wanna sips the tears from dons Rich rap skin black as Norman Lear sitcoms Diamonds looking pissed on, picking b**hes like I'm Frankie Lemon n***a which one Pray my n***as live long, no time for silly rappers and they too lame cliques For the record we deeper than a Wu-Tang hit My drive took me out the ghetto found a new lane quick At any moment they gone hit me with that "you changed" sh** (uh) More honesty than Richard Pryor comedy, I don't know where I'ma be when Obama leave (gotta be more, more, more) [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] Said theres gotta be more (yeah baby) Said theres gotta be more, more than what we see More is what we gotta be (yeah) [Verse 2: Nick Grant] I'm Gil Scott Heron, here to give America a dose of their own medicine Who I ain't better than, you should watch who bet against Expose hearts of jealous men, predator felon mama's bestie molested them k**ers vanish cause feds tamper with evidence, long as the souls wealthy we cool cause we were never rich Sweat me like fed pressure, was left for dead, sorry I'm misleading miss lady all I wanted was head Sipping wine imported, my rhyme style is gorgeous, bout my money this is worst than Sally Mae extortion Don't know whats real its like I'm looking through the eyes of orphans, The newest Benz turning like some disappointed corpses Old head stories of how they was the sh** in their day The world bleeds menstral shows get tickets today Two hundred on a car dash with a trunkful of Ye' Life's good no more reruns of minimum wage (Gotta Be More) [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] Said theres gotta be more (yeah baby) Said theres gotta be more, more than what we see More is what we gotta be (yeah) [Verse 3: Nick Grant] Still could pull a model with no dollar to my name A nation in debt and here we are begging for change All for nothing another brother slained d**h is a tough exchange, Trump even running game All aboard the coon train clown samba painted faces you frontin' So embarra**ing tap dancin' for whitey gets you nothing But a penny for your thoughts, if all times are good do you know who you really are I need the bad times adversity gets you far, this verse is a ki of raw Babies die young remember you via the project walls My generation needs a Redd Foxx a Lena Horne Feel like I'm the one to put us on top where we belong (uhh) Walking Fred Hampton agenda I'm too attentive, my sh** is poison to these rap pretenders Who swear they trap but never seen a pack this epidemic of twisting facts Still we celebrate your backwards image, it gotta be more