The Martinez Brothers - Going to D.R lyrics

[Intro] Yeah When you spend day in and day out in the studio Your voice will get hoarse But what I'm supposed to do? Stop rapping cause my voice sound hoarse? I just take a little bit of Hennessy [Verse 1] Sleeping with nine millis ‘cause I don't need a dream If music don't cut it, you know I'm coming back to fiends They love me in Harlem, throughout the Bronx straight to Queens Even static supreme, I bring the matic with beams Hear a lot of rappers but they not original The industry phony, cosigning all the gimmicks though Don't ask about covers, my n***a, I don't really know Don't ask about majors, my n***a, I don't really know Don't ask my opinion maybe ‘cause I don't play the game Maybe I'm very humble and I don't self proclaim Maybe I'm too real and not a f**ing lame Maybe I'm too fake, not smiling through the pain Maybe, just maybe I got the Latin in my veins And these are the questions I'm probably taking to my grave Sometimes you gotta chill ‘cause this sh** will drive a man Insane enough to k** himself with his own hands [Verse 2] No matter the circumstances, my n***a, I'ma win No matter what god you pray to ‘cause everybody sin No matter the rapper, I'm rapping circles till he earl Not only take your fans, most definitely take your girl First rapper rapping with curls, still clap it and body bag it And dig you, nobody's asking what happened, they know who did it Sleeping with dirty pistols, my life still the same Maybe I'm scared, maybe I'm loving all the fame Mentally stable but everyday I'm getting crazy Tell these b**hes I love 'em, even promise them my baby I guess what I'm saying, I got a curse and a gift The gift is to give back, the curse is getting rich They tell me that I'm winning, I tell 'em I'ma quit They tell me to get better, I'm only getting sicker I'm sitting on hits, got my finger by the trigger Blowing d**h in the air, I'm the answer to your prayers Motherf**er