SSIV. Songtext
von Thelonious
SSIV. Songtext
Little lonnie made a way would be the latest scoop
The heart that hardly changed from that nappy braided nuisance running nameless by the neighbour′s stoop
Through sweater stains they ain't know I was born nice, so ahead of my award nights
My mom gon′ probably pray her baby saved a suit
Had the knockoff Nikes with the faded swoop, when older kids served the corners I came to snoop
Mamma told me never follow heathens 'til I'd heed the warning
Them boys was moving wreckless for they rep around the scene ′til they ain′t seen the morning
Hardly certain if I was finna see twenty-fiveee
Still my father's own
Always known a solid home since roaches ran my kitchen stove
I know that it was love insideee
Ran with a sturdy clique, my folks was worried sick
Now they just rant and rave ′bout how I'm living brave and blessed, major flex
On the way to something stable so I stayed the quest
I hold this hope for better days that feel more like a weighted vest
While trudging through the land of snakes where legacy′s awaiting next Had a whole host of meetings with these label reps, they ain't invest a dime inside my savings
But they paid respects
Surrounded by grey skies, coulda sworn by now it would be raining checks
In vicious ways, when all i seen is ricochets of delayed effects
I just
Need me a breather i receive in waves
I′m grateful now to see my saddest seasons from a seasoned age
My teachers hearing tales of my survival probably seemed amazed
My slacky habits had my parents steaming when they seen the grades
They thought the only way from A to B was making B's and A's
My brodie′s plotting B and E′, they seen it all from A-Z
Those demons surely breeded rage, was hoping I could lead the ways
Quit my job to live the dream and barely made an even wage
The way that I been working 'round the clock I think i need a raise
Think I need a raise
I said
We came a long way from hungry summers with a flow to put my fears on
When the road was so severe we had to steer on
But now it seems my people′s need a hero so from here on
I swear this kind of pressure keep a nigga working year long
Uh
Keep a nigga working year long
Shit
I pray to lord to keep my circle small and my career long
The heart that hardly changed from that nappy braided nuisance running nameless by the neighbour′s stoop
Through sweater stains they ain't know I was born nice, so ahead of my award nights
My mom gon′ probably pray her baby saved a suit
Had the knockoff Nikes with the faded swoop, when older kids served the corners I came to snoop
Mamma told me never follow heathens 'til I'd heed the warning
Them boys was moving wreckless for they rep around the scene ′til they ain′t seen the morning
Hardly certain if I was finna see twenty-fiveee
Still my father's own
Always known a solid home since roaches ran my kitchen stove
I know that it was love insideee
Ran with a sturdy clique, my folks was worried sick
Now they just rant and rave ′bout how I'm living brave and blessed, major flex
On the way to something stable so I stayed the quest
I hold this hope for better days that feel more like a weighted vest
While trudging through the land of snakes where legacy′s awaiting next Had a whole host of meetings with these label reps, they ain't invest a dime inside my savings
But they paid respects
Surrounded by grey skies, coulda sworn by now it would be raining checks
In vicious ways, when all i seen is ricochets of delayed effects
I just
Need me a breather i receive in waves
I′m grateful now to see my saddest seasons from a seasoned age
My teachers hearing tales of my survival probably seemed amazed
My slacky habits had my parents steaming when they seen the grades
They thought the only way from A to B was making B's and A's
My brodie′s plotting B and E′, they seen it all from A-Z
Those demons surely breeded rage, was hoping I could lead the ways
Quit my job to live the dream and barely made an even wage
The way that I been working 'round the clock I think i need a raise
Think I need a raise
I said
We came a long way from hungry summers with a flow to put my fears on
When the road was so severe we had to steer on
But now it seems my people′s need a hero so from here on
I swear this kind of pressure keep a nigga working year long
Uh
Keep a nigga working year long
Shit
I pray to lord to keep my circle small and my career long
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