Not Here Anymore Songtext
von Phonte
Not Here Anymore Songtext
Yo, 9th Wonder, Phontigga, Charity Starts at Home
New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo, yo
Went to the well and made a wish
Prayed to God I′d stay around
Tigallo love to throw his weight around
On the same scale they weigh the fish
It's just what it seems, sweet dreams are made of this
Holler at me if you ever been a underdog or set up a upset
Standing on the verge of your success
Steady bearing your soul to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by your successors and the whores you ain′t fucked yet
That's how I was getting it
I don't need the limelight, that′s young nigga shit
I′m a OG and the G is for gentleman
Yes, Phontigga spit Amazon flame, watch 9th rekindle it
'Cause I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence lost
Two brothers, two peas in a pod
Two comeback seasons apart
Take it back to when I be in the park
And rhyme ′til I couldn't see in the dark
So silly niggas better be on your guard
Long as breath is in my being, I′ma be on my job
With good music, got that good feel, a good meal
Leafy greens, two veggies, protein and a starch
And I'm out
Right where I thought I′d be
It's another part of me
And the world so sad to see that I'm not here anymore
Wind blowing through the trees
Blue Bull city skies seventy degrees
′Taye embodies the architect and when he rhyme about it
He body the whole alphabet, so bury me a G
My mama say she done enough worrying for me
So I′m done currying favor with you niggas
Groundhogging, spitting that same shit y'all Bill Murraying
My D.C. niggas say you bamers lack experience
Carolina on my mind like Steve Spurrier
I′m the courier, carrying the word that with these verbs
That nigga Phonte's a little murderous
See a little nervousness and a frown
′Cause you know deep down you ain't nice, just a little courteous
You just running game, nigga, we the fucking tournament
You a temporary visa to a fucking permanent
Resident, citizen, it′s evident the denizens
Took over the big house on some Nat Turner shit
Shoulders back, hands high to the fucking firmament
Can't be like us and fear no man
Niggas bleed like us, get a fucking tourniquet, nigga
Right where I thought I'd be
It′s another part of me
And the world so sad to see that I′m not here
Check, I'm poetic while they pathetic
I play they life like a movie and in the end give ′em no credit
I was told to run it, so I gripped the baton
And spit magic like it's pouring out the tip of a wand
Don′t trip, you ain't equipped to fix your lip and respond
I plan to X you out like the man who hands you a script of Qur′ans
Since life flipped, I'm getting chips in Milan
Pull dips, push whips like the ones from the clips in the Tron film
I blow your mental mask where your mind stem
Like a 9-M-M, right at your line trim
You must rewind him, the syllable sensei
To bring you to your knees the way biblical men pray
Or whores in the brothel 'cause I spill ill from the grill
Like one who reveals sores from they mouth hole
And if you only knew the shit that I been through
To paint the type of pictures my pen drew
Your label tries to fuck you, your friends screw you over
Now you sober watching bad energy affect the evils that men do
They fucking see-through
I′m a sick flower that carry lines like
When you click over on you dick blowers
And it sucks to be you
Right where I thought I′d be
It's another part of me
And the world so sad to see that I′m not here anymore
I'm not here anymore
I′m not here
New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo, yo
Went to the well and made a wish
Prayed to God I′d stay around
Tigallo love to throw his weight around
On the same scale they weigh the fish
It's just what it seems, sweet dreams are made of this
Holler at me if you ever been a underdog or set up a upset
Standing on the verge of your success
Steady bearing your soul to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by your successors and the whores you ain′t fucked yet
That's how I was getting it
I don't need the limelight, that′s young nigga shit
I′m a OG and the G is for gentleman
Yes, Phontigga spit Amazon flame, watch 9th rekindle it
'Cause I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence lost
Two brothers, two peas in a pod
Two comeback seasons apart
Take it back to when I be in the park
And rhyme ′til I couldn't see in the dark
So silly niggas better be on your guard
Long as breath is in my being, I′ma be on my job
With good music, got that good feel, a good meal
Leafy greens, two veggies, protein and a starch
And I'm out
Right where I thought I′d be
It's another part of me
And the world so sad to see that I'm not here anymore
Wind blowing through the trees
Blue Bull city skies seventy degrees
′Taye embodies the architect and when he rhyme about it
He body the whole alphabet, so bury me a G
My mama say she done enough worrying for me
So I′m done currying favor with you niggas
Groundhogging, spitting that same shit y'all Bill Murraying
My D.C. niggas say you bamers lack experience
Carolina on my mind like Steve Spurrier
I′m the courier, carrying the word that with these verbs
That nigga Phonte's a little murderous
See a little nervousness and a frown
′Cause you know deep down you ain't nice, just a little courteous
You just running game, nigga, we the fucking tournament
You a temporary visa to a fucking permanent
Resident, citizen, it′s evident the denizens
Took over the big house on some Nat Turner shit
Shoulders back, hands high to the fucking firmament
Can't be like us and fear no man
Niggas bleed like us, get a fucking tourniquet, nigga
Right where I thought I'd be
It′s another part of me
And the world so sad to see that I′m not here
Check, I'm poetic while they pathetic
I play they life like a movie and in the end give ′em no credit
I was told to run it, so I gripped the baton
And spit magic like it's pouring out the tip of a wand
Don′t trip, you ain't equipped to fix your lip and respond
I plan to X you out like the man who hands you a script of Qur′ans
Since life flipped, I'm getting chips in Milan
Pull dips, push whips like the ones from the clips in the Tron film
I blow your mental mask where your mind stem
Like a 9-M-M, right at your line trim
You must rewind him, the syllable sensei
To bring you to your knees the way biblical men pray
Or whores in the brothel 'cause I spill ill from the grill
Like one who reveals sores from they mouth hole
And if you only knew the shit that I been through
To paint the type of pictures my pen drew
Your label tries to fuck you, your friends screw you over
Now you sober watching bad energy affect the evils that men do
They fucking see-through
I′m a sick flower that carry lines like
When you click over on you dick blowers
And it sucks to be you
Right where I thought I′d be
It's another part of me
And the world so sad to see that I′m not here anymore
I'm not here anymore
I′m not here
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