Nasty C - Outro lyrics
Huh Ey What's a threat to a youngin that murder On the lines of this page All the power he yearning When he rhyming on stage All the haters are chirpin the fans shouting his name End of the day his still locked in a cage Cause really power, possession and false pride got me knocking my chest I might go out in a club, ball out and I'll flex I prolly think I'm the boss But sum it down in a shell There's some promoter n***a writing my cheque Most of you n***as making music for that white n***a behind that desk And what you own of it is only a fraction yeah I'll remind you When you getting your shine I'm just that young n***a behind you 15 seconds of insta my n***a that's how they blind you You letting the fame define, so much for doing you Your only competition should only be you and you So when I'm rhyming this is me letting the oozes and dueces loose As for that n***a staring back in the mirror I do him too Ain't got love for this n***as Just a way I was bought up Got a flight to catch ain't got no time to get caught up I know you caught it See they give you two times Christ they double cross you Cause don't get to comfortable No man is not disposable Any dummie can claim he a rapper spit something quotable Think about it, you right were you are cause the fans voted you You gotta get to sweating my n***a that's who you owe to Run Making mis Citizens Or I think, I think that this is the most selfish project I've ever heard Got it You know business right, track after track after track Which is me talking about being the things that I've been through in every life episode that there is to it Huh, ey ey I'm running laps with a Mercedes I approach n***as That's the only way I know how to approach n***as Everybody is talking about beef it won't finish But I know better that to stick my nose in folks business I met a white girl that told me she's obsessed with my voice And that it took a lot for her to say it cause she wearing pride first How stupid she felt for saying she won't date a swati boy Its crazy how far we then came for dating 5 hoes They know we bad And ntwana I made moves Cheap talk is Cheap and but doesn't pay dues So we break bread then records and then rules getting f**ed up Fifty shades of grey goose The weed made me get trippy The liquor makes for the stories The music made me get itchy The p**y raised my worries The money made me get greedy Then everything got just blurry Got selfish made me get needy All just came in a hurry... ey But I understand I am disposable Any dummie can claim he a rapper but I am quotable Think about it I am right were I am cause the fans voted me So tell me why I shouldn't k** you to get what you owe to me Run I think, I think I worked if enough to you know To say that I am proud of myself for that you gotta be proud Be it your one day fan or day one fan