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No- I don't hesitate I demonstrate and excavate and devastate/
And medicate to meditate and elevate to educate/
Penetrate- fuck you pussy ass rappers that only celebrate/
When I slip- y'all just some extra weight that ima lose just to prove I regulate/
Been smoking on that Head of State- presidential kush got the best of me/
Cooking up tracks got recipes here a taste of the things tht get to me/
Pussy ass songs MTV- faking ass friends who invite me and try to say that/
We always been cool but they know deep inside they just lying and shameless/
I know I'm honor roll- not on a roll- all these songs about pills/
The tricks you've fallen for and now lost control- monkey see monkey do what he hear/
As far as balling go- I'm hardly broke- but I'm still not wealthy enough/
At least I'm honest tho and ain't of the a shamed of my name- so best believe that I'm stepping up/
Escalator- fuck the stairs- I'm the best that you seen in a hundred years/
But you know that I'm only human- and don't know how to act in the midst of a hundred stares/
People watching- people plotting and people talking tht shit/
Just know I'm plotting too- just waiting for the day that make you swallow tht shit/
This my middle finger salute- give a fuck what you say to me/
And ain't trying to buy none of yo fuckin lies- you can ride if yo shit is make believe/
Credit card debt to my neck you can say its a form of modern day slavery/
Every check tht I get go to them and I'm hungry as fuck and im late on the rent this week/
Eviction notice- 30 day- better thank banks and they dirty ways/
Everybody miss "the early days" - when i ain't work for the man but he worked for me/
It was a plan and it worked so perfectly- everyone is in debt/
Congress ripped up the constitution- now everyone is in check/
More than 7 days worth of food- and you considered a threat/
Have yo ass in Guantanamo- and anyone could be next/
And as far as Obama go? Tht man just on a rope/
Just a puppet on strings but it ain't only him- and every single member of the congress knows/
But that's just politics- corruption is all it is/
And it's starts from the colleges-it makes it's way up all the way up to the mothafucking offices/
Of crooked politicians and aldermans- mama told me never trust a congressman- so I don't/
And I pray you dont ever lose that mothafucking soul you bargain with/
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The stage lights- stage fright/
Remember when every night was the same night/
Who woulda known how big and fast it could change right?/
And now I’m writing my fucking songs from a plane like/
Whatever happened to Nick? It was the fame right?/
They say the money just wasn’t doing his brain right/
It’s kinda funny- they wasn’t saying my name right/
Now they know the lyrics to every song that I’ve made like/
When this happen? Is this a dream?/
Now all the hoes I couldn’t get- get wet to me/
Take off them panties- Now let me see/
Why it take fame for yall envy me?/
When yall already knew I was the MVP/
Came to change the game- and I’ma do it- with my energy/
So positive- I harness it- patiently I’m charging it/
Release it on a record- for the record- bruh I’m positive/
Evolving is a problem if you lack the will of solving it/
Cause learning is an option- tho this ignorance is politics/
Gimmicks, lies, and braless chick- it’s all I ever dreamed about/
Turned out to be flaw- and now in awe- its what I sing about/
You got them chains and cars- well then my daw- you better bring em out/
Cause people tend to listen to yo more when you got cheese around/
And oh you got them hoes- and tatted up- you living sleeveless now/
Do it all because yo label say they tryna “feel you out”/
Another fucking slave- up in this game- what’s being free about?/
The key lies in my words- for that to work they need to hear me out/
I find my peace in herbs- they ease my nerves- and even even out/
The pressure that’s inside- it tends to hide- until I feel the doubt/
I feel alone- no need to lie/
These tears roll down my face- but there’s no need to cry/
I’m living in a place in which I need to die/
To fully comprehend- life is a paradox- can’t be defined/
I’m scared of time- but how can I pretend/
When every second passed is a second that you’ll never live again/
And life is getting colder- it aint over till the end/
But it could end in any minute- spend yo seconds with yo friends/
Minutes with yo kin- hours with yo family/
Love’s the only way that we may overcome this tragedy/
But if it ends today- then will you say you ended happily?/
Or sadly feel ashamed- you ain’t achieve what you was bound to be?/
Greatness is awaiting those who patient- and it clear to see?/
The blind are led by blind- and all the signs that show are clear to me/
The end is not the end- it’s a beginning- and it’s near you see/
I spent my minutes wrong if at the end you isn’t here with me/
Hear from me? You never will/
To be real- I pray to god I never ever kill/
And if I go I hope I know what heaven feel/
My soul is not for bargain bruh- but what about this record deal/
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This is that music that could free yo soul/
Of the likes you’ve never seen before/
I’m always high- but self-esteem is low/
And sitting on the kitchen table- is all the weed we need to roll/
I’ll show you what you need to know- but cherish and embellish it/
Cause afterwards I need to go/
Blowing up is easy bro- but evidence shows relevance/
Is simply just the key to dough/
I love her but don’t need the hoe- trust her but believe her- no/
Love is like a tree- if she cheat then you should leaf that hoe/
Cut her off- don’t feed her bro/
Seeing is believing- so make sure you see her to the door/
And I could tell you where the hell to go/
Haters come from everywhere- who raised them? Only heaven knows/
Paper’s all I ever known/
But now that I found happiness- I feel like I could let it go/
HOOK
For all my thugs in the club- throwing dubs at these hoes/
Tell em boy- be free/
Cause in the end- who can judge? And you only live once/
Till you end- be free/
This is that music that can free yo soul (x3)
But you don’t even know if you are free- as far as freedom goes/
This is that music that could free yo soul/
They ain’t slaving Nicco – no- impatient so I need to go/
Never stop- I need to blow- never pop- I’m freezer cold/
I keep it cool as Eskimo’s- and fresher than their sneakers tho/
Choose to- I don’t need to smoke/
I used to- now I’m feeling grown/
Enough to make decisions by my own/
And I don’t need no hoe/
To wife and call my baby- just to get that pussy daily/
Bro- you crazy- got like 80 hoes- that’s swangin off my penis bro/
Some of em I seen before- some of em don’t even know/
But some of em I’m feeling and I’m dreaming bout-/
They need to know-I love em- when I leave em tho-/
Trust em- but believe em- no- Cause fuck em- once I fucked em- /
Like its nothing I’ma leave her bro- and no I ain’t Libra hoe/
They living off them horoscopes- we use em just to meet you hoes/
And then we go and beat yall hoes/
Who act like yall the shit- so yall should know how I’ma treat yall hoes/
HOOK
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London in America- you thought it was a joke boy?/
Now it’s time for action- no more rapping bout this dopeboy/
Life that I’m living in- some people call people call it sinning/
But some other mothafuckas call it winning/
Hope you listen when I tell you that fuck the bitches- where the cash/
And once you really have that- just pound em like a hash tag/
Twitter better follow me- my flow so sick its sodemy/
They sweat me like a sauna- cause I’m rawer than a ball of clean/
My moma made a problem- like Bush did with the economy/
And I don’t like Obama- cause that change we never saw you see/
And I don’t know bout you (bout you) but this ain’t new to me/
All these people voting- like they really got a voice- but yall on mute to me/
Stupidly lose scrutiny in music just to prove it we/
Abuse it till that shit ain’t what it used to be/
Moving up the ladder till we finally reached the roof and if we/
Make it- we gon take it- we gon change it- bruh you soon to see/
Shout out my fam there aint a price that you can put /
On what yall do for me- just for that I promise I’ma do it we/
Gon eat until we full- and we gon party till the day/
And we gon play until we die- we aint gon do this shit again/
HOOK
I ain’t even made it yet- they eating off my flow /(x2)
I’m about to blow boy/(x2)
London in America- I think I’m bouta blow boy/
I ain’t even made it yet- they eating off my flow boy/
Biting me- enlighten me- you’d like to be- what I’ma be/
A lion in this jungle- yall like mice to me/
I heard that younging London moving white- and not that rice you see/
All these fucking rumors- like a tumor- yall just dying to be/
Out here making moves just like we do and if you’d like to be/
Then step yo fucking game up- you’ll look lamer if you whine to me/
They calling me the savior of this game- but I ain’t trying to be/
Honestly- impatient when I’m hungry- and I’m just trying to eat/
Like the second letter in the alphabet I’m trying to be/
A better man but never have evolved cause what’s inside of me/
The devil in the flesh- before my eyes- he’s just as I as me/
That’s why you gotta think before you even think of signing these/
Papers turn to metal- fore you know it you is chained down/
Look what you done did- just cause you rushing- they ain’t playing around/
These crackas got yo name now- but hey you got yo fame, wow/
They gave yo ass a chain too? Oh you just the man now/
Pick it up like shamwow- this shit is just a scam now/
And then you start to notice that this shit was really planned out/
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I don’t know how to start this shit- everybody talk but don’t walk that shit/
Bitch I’m in for the steal- I’m for real- if you sitting on the throne better watch that shit/
Kate Austen shit- cause if anybody slip they done Lost that shit/
My swag is a pent house- I’m on top it’s funny they call me Brock cause on stage I rock that shit/
My swag- you can stock that shit- put it sell- let em cop that shit/
I bet you you gonna tell- that other rappers is frail- what you think I ain’t know that yall jock my shit/
Got the game handcuffed- bout to lock that shit- I’m killing it either way- I’ma Pac that shit/
You really ain’t on my page- I’m ahead in the book- so you waiting for the movie-but the problem is/
The movie aint never better than the book- for real/
Got people that’s getting ready for the hook- I kill/
Troy Davis ain’t get away- but Casey Anthony is straight/
And I bet that she gon get paid off a book- for mils/
This the kind of country we live in/
And the place where I’m from- seen the hungriest children/
And I swear whenever Nick get on the mic- its almost like/
London went and brought all of Colombia with him/
HOOK
Plotting on the future- can't forget the past- I/
Watch the way I do it 'fore I do it- I'm the man now/
I started off as hot until I fell up off the pan/
I started off as hot until I fell up off the pan/
BRIDGE
London is Burning
Verse 2
Plotting on the future- but I’ll never forget my past/
Reminiscing the days when my ass wasn’t paid I was broke but my wallet aint get no cast/
I-I-I remember everybody that done played my jams/
Came to the shows, listened to the tape and I can’t wait to go Hollywood on fake ass fans/
Who called out the blue- the minute I blew/
Homey why you tryna act like that isn’t you/
Brotha why you tryna act like that isn’t true/
Matter fact- you haters is tryna act like yall knew/
About me- what they ass didn’t know- when my ass didn’t I flow- a younging was all about that cheese/
Now my ass getting grown- and my ass came know- what It feel like to be affected by greed/
Even after the dough- I’ma rap for yo soul- cause mothafucka you could be free/
Or you could be me...
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My consultation: this a nation where the population’s obligation/
Is dollar chasing- you got yo mason signs/
Up on them dollar faces/
They’ve lost their brains and it’s a shame to have to watch you waste it/
Why can’t they taste it?/
Bruh there’s poison in the shit you eat/
That makes you think a certain way- they got us by our feet/
But yall don’t say a fucking thing- naw I don’t hear a peep/
And yet they loud when I walk down the street /
In this town, the brave amongst the cowards weep/
Can’t look on the past and so I speak on whats about to be/
Got family that’s mad at me- so no one looking out for me/
Lately moving weight so busy there’s no working out for me/
Call my baby late and try to fix it- work it out but we/
Fuss and fight the night away- where did I go wrong/
Lord I’m strong-but this shit cannot go on- not for long/
I ain’t the only person in the world that feels alone/
McCole Colkin with no home- if you feel me sing along/
HOOK
My consultation: I have a hole where lived my heart/
And now the spot is vacant- I was forsaken/
But I won’t say shit- all I could say is- treat yo bitch just like yo wallet/
And watch how quick they is to pick yo pocket/
Hoes ain’t a problem- and if they is then switch the way play the game/
Cause these hoes know how to play- it’s like every bitch the same/
So if you build a basic image of the shone then you’ll be okay/
That’s why we call em tricks- cause there’s tricks to make em stay/
Tricks to keep it moving- tricks to let her know/
I flip the script and make a movie- but the trick is let her go/
I swear I fell in love- but I swear she’ll never know/
You got me wrong- I ain’t no scrub- and if I was I think she’d know/
How the fuck I’m feeling what I’m feeling for this hoe?/
Yo- London boy you tripping- get yo pimpin in control/
But now I’m feeling twisted- can’t envision where to go/
Cause I walk this road alone- but if you feel me sing along/
HOOK
My consultation: this is my last- cannot continue/
If you knew the shit I’m into- if you knew what kind of issues/
That I have you’d understand- but if you don’t then don’t pretend to/
All I ever fucking needed was a friend who’d ride to the end too/
But now alone- not sentimental- not regretful- never vengeful/
I’ll never stress you- no not again foo/
You a utensil- just like a pencil to the man/
I’m instrumental, influential, detrimental to the man/
God damn- let them try do this shit again/
And watch I’ll put em in they place- they slammed the door- don’t let em in/
The world we in is getting colder- get yo sweater/
With no signs its getting better- but don’t worry- cause its supposed to end/
Sooner than you think- we will be no more/
But don’t be scared- no never flinch- cause that the way its supposed to go/
They tell you never slip- but that’s just once you hit the floor/
But they won’t help you to yo feet- and now all I really wanna know is/
HOOK
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If truly there really there is a god- I doubt he’d live in yo synagogue/
Or temple woadie- with these events so regretful homey/
Millions hungry- live in a tent- yet content if only/
I knew the trick- then maybe I would repent- but loathing/
Like Hunter S.- is maybe the best thing I have/
But don’t exempt me from greatness in fact in my raps/
I tell you about salvation- if that is too much for em/
Then them crackas gonna raid the booth- like we bugs to em/
Trusting em- kinda hard to do when they fuck with you/
Like they in love with you- taking pictures and cuffing you/
I’ve had enough of you- fuck ass crooked police/
They'll spend an hour searching cars but won’t clean up the streets/
They’ll rob yo crib but them bastards won’t show up and check/
And yet they tell us that they purpose’s to serve and protect/
Get raped in prison- but tell me how that’s supposed to correct/
These people’s minds- are you blind or just choose to forget?/
HOOK
[The system]
And I've had enough of you fuck ass crooked police-
They'll spend an hour searching cars but won't clean up the streets/
They tell me don’t be political- London- these A&R’s gon belittle you/
Ridicule yo music- you stupid for thinking little you/
Could change the way these people think- that’s a miracle/
And until the day that they dig my grave- I’ll be living proof /
Miserable- rappers- they act like they individuals/
But listen to they music- they actors- rapping they scripts to you/
Missing truth- but swagger could cover up all that shit they do/
Add a little flow and yo brain gon claim that shit is too/
Real- some people is trying to conceal what we’ve lived through/
Like freezer you really need to just chill before they kill you/
A heat up- because of all of the people that’s with you/
Woadie play yo position- cause there’s that rules you need to/
Know- as in any art know you craft and you’ll prosper/
But fail if you never tell whats yo weakness- yo problem/
It’s hell-some people hold to the rail when fall but/
Some people just let it go- they don’t know till they fall for/
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London got a problem impersonators and perpetrators/
Plotting and watching my every move like Broadway/
I got people that’ll get you- wet you in broad day/
Better pray I forget you- or let you go- if I’m calm wait/
Long days ahead- better get you a clock/
I’m on top- these haters could meet defeat like a sock/
Like a rocket- blasting off- but my fuel made of chronic/
A tool- I’m never thaolt- you would know if you saw me/
My flow is sicker Saw 3- I’m prolly/
Out and a fucking bout- like I’m Rocky/
You lost me- homey- you to needa chain to be cocky/
Honestly I don’t know what you think- you a boss, please/
I ain’t fucking with you/
Got homeys that take more money than the government do/
You always is after something? Be a puppet its cool/
I already cut off my strings- now I’m coming for you/
I’m an activist- never pacifist- immaculate- never slacking/
And adequate - a masochist- hurt myself through the bags of crip/
Afghan kush- cause my dealers buy from Bin Laden its/
That damn good- if you want it we Uncle Samming it/
In the water no need to panic my ass could swim/
A mile in this trapping shit- like 5’o clock- we be tracking/
From the bottom like abdomens- swags a problem like math and/
Its science the way I flow- just imagine what kind of class I’m in/
Advanced- I’m Honors- you beating me that’s unlikely/
Problems- better address em- you wouldn’t be thinking wisely/
To try me- partner- I’m on the edge like I’m diving/
And grinding harder than what it take to make fire- I’m/
Aligning- planets every time I’m rhyming- a blind kid/
Sees- nobody ballin like me- flow a Heisman/
Verse 2
Dope dealer turned to rapper and back around/
Got the police talking like every time that I’m back in town/
London got a flow and a swagger that you can patent/
How the hell you gonna manage- if rapping- you need to panic now/
Cracking down on wack shit- these average rappers is rapping out/
How they got the nerves to drop words that they never acted out/
How they dropping verses bout things that they never had and how/
The fuck I’m supposed to sit while they damaging what I’m passionate bout/
Rappers taking lines- yall can keep em- I call em hand me downs/
Yall the very reason I’m breathing- so I can hand you out/
A lesson in this music- I’m someone yall need to ask about/
Rapped about a decade- and still I’m younger then half em out/
They claiming they the greatest- with patience I’m sure to pass em now/
I’m sure it’ll be debated and hated but I won’t ask em I’m/
Just waiting for the day that they face it- then turn them back around/
And send them on the way for the very way that they acted out/
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HOOK
I told y'all/
You didn't believe in me/
Everywhere your seeing me/
Magazines and TV screens/
I know you hurting right now/
I know you wish you were with me right now/
VERSE 2
I told you it would happen quick/
Overnight celebrity- eating off this rapping shit/
Hope that you remember me- cause usually what happens is/
People tend to change when they taste fame- this aint yo average dish/
And that’s how you know I’m eating good/
Money cant buy happiness- but trust me it could treat you good/
And now it seems I’m sleeping good/
Used to be insomniac- tryna pieces up/
Life is like a puzzle- wonder how the picture look/
When its said and done they say you see it how you lived it bruh/
I wish that you could see it how I’m seeing it/
Hearing it- to feel it- you know you gotta feel it to believe this shit/
That sign I gave you back in summer- baby you can keep that shit/
I pass by you number in the middle of the night on my phone but can't delete that shit/
Once upon a time you had me- then you chose to leave with him/
Can't say I didn't tell you- you just chose to not believe the shit/
HOOK
And still I can’t forget about/
The girl I used to love- you in my head and I can’t get you out/
And I know she think I’d sell her out/
Thinking I could fuck her just to see my clique and tell em bout/
You- but there's never been a way or away that I ain't come through/
And how dare you ever say that that things that I say I true/
Let me be yo lil secret – on the weekend- I’m a fiend/
You like my drug- you get me gone/
I know the stars say we will fail- but I’m down to prove them wrong/
Trusting you aint nothing boo/
But baby understand it isn’t fucking if I’m loving you/
Trusting you aint nothing boo/
But baby understand it isn’t fucking if I’m loving you/
Yeah- trusting you aint nothing boo/
But baby understand it isn’t fucking if I’m loving you/
HOOK
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I been waiting for day- no I’ve been waiting for this minute/
The weak say what’s in mind- but the brave say what they feeling/
And I’m running out of time- I doubt I’ll meet my children/
They say I’m next in line- but I don’t see the fucking vision/
The shit was just a dream until I went and lived it/
They took me overseas- and I then proved that I could kill it/
But time and time again – I felt confused and almost quit it/
Mothafucka happy ending lord I need a new beginning/
Never give yo heart to women- cause them hoes know how break it/
And it ain’t bout yo position- its about how well you play it/
It ain’t bout yo religion- its about how strong yo faith is/
It don’t matter what his name is- cause we all in need of saving/
They told me look for god- but I only found the devil/
And just cause I ain’t a slave- don’t mean that I’m a rebel/
And just cause my ass ain’t paid- don’t mean I ain’t the greatest/
Van Gogh only sold one painting- and he ain’t live to be famous/
You can say I’m under rated- but I’m patient and in time/
The one’s who turned they backs gon have face it- when I shine/
Just like the fucking strip in Vegas- they could hate me when I die/
I’ma live on through they playlist- drop the beat I come alive/
Mothafuck living a lie- ask about me I’m the truth./
Everytime I pass em by- mothafuckas just salute/
And every time I spit a line- I feel those mothafucka move/
And I cannot ever deny that I am thankful for it too/
HOOK
This is lightning in a bottle- treasure in a chest/
Lost within the moment- this is pleasure at its best/
Our only enemy is time- the last time that I checked/
And once again that proves that I am human in the flesh/
VERSE 2
But I don’t I think I owe you shit- like who the fuck is you?/
You say that you my chick? Who the fuck is boo?/
You better come correct- and what you say better be true/
Because last time that I checked- you told me we were through/
Emotionally a wreck- and spiritually too/
Everything I did- I did that shit for you/
When everything you said- wasn’t everything you’d do/
In the mothafucking end I hope you see what you gon lose/
Cause I swear I kept it real- but I ain’t never have to/
Yo pussy is a bonus- but yo heart is what I’m after/
The feelings that reside I try to hide em all the through laughter/
Better keep yo pace up cause one day it’s gonna catch up/
HOOK
I hope he never treat you like you treat me/
I hope he never see you how you see me/
Replaceable- baby its unmistakable- all your actions unchangeable/
And karma is a bitch so you better pray you unbreakable/
To say the truth- yo make up- could never make up the fake in you/
I hope one day you wake up and notice that there’s a change in you/
Break up all this potent- and wait for the day it faces you/
You losing all yo people- yo friends can’t even relate to you/
But I won’t wait for you- fuck I look like? Protein?/
I’m on my way and you only up in my way won’t you/
Stay the fuck from my waiting room/
Please- now baby I’m on knees- and begging for you to leave/ (leave, leave, leave)
Now back to chasing you- this what the game’ll do/
But I don’t understand why the fuck I’m here tryna play it through/
All the time we spent- it was really time that was wasted/
This is what you call “The End”- ain’t no sequels up in the making/
HOOK
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Blood of a slave- heart of a king-minus the throne/
No it Hov- sorry it’s me/
Son of gun- mother- I am/
Sorry I can’t- apologize for all of the things I stand for/
I’m just man- do what I can- what can I do/
Don’t understand- why follow you?/
What do you know- how do you think- how do you do/
I’m doing great- but how bout you/
I’m doing fine- or maybe straight- no not okay/
I need a break- my soul it aches- for heaven’s sake/
When will it come- I’m getting numb- what I’ve become/
As cold as ice- a foreigner to trust and love/
I-I-I- I swear to god I’ve think I’ve fallen- and have now somehow forgotten/
How the hell to get up/
And the entire world is watching- cause of all the shit I’ve talked/
People even say the fed up/
I guess I never even thought about em/
Maybe cause I’m not part of the gossip- I don’t talk about em/
People tend to bark until you have to slap the dog up out em/
Don’t make me do it twice cause I can slap the fucking walk up off him/
Make him fall and crawl along the wall- guess God forgot to watch him/
Took his eyes off for a second and came back found the doctor’s on him/
Feeding my ego- feed the dragon- then go prophet on em/
Never been the flaudgin type never plan on starting on em/
I’m next in line- yeah I’m like Fall to Autum/
Called a problem- cause of all these rules that all yall fuckin follow/
On the rise like homicides in Guatemala- god I promise/
If you spare the lives of all these artists- I’ma have to harm em/
Call it karma- for the the harm yall- done through all yo songs and all yall/
Shit yall call yo swag- that shit is fag- but I ain’t got no problem/
With no homosexuals- just call it what it’s called and all this drama/
Could be solve and we could go back to the start when all the/
Music heard was dropping knowledge- not just dollars- hottest models/
Dropped impalas- pop yo collar- you a boss/
And if that’s too much of a problem- we could sit right here and watch/
Them kill our genre/
Consequences follow- but that’s only if we fall for/
Any trick they’ve thrown in effort to cause failure- through they products/
They consume you- they can own you- look at all the things you follow/
What if they were gone tomorrow? Would you sink or would you wallow?/
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First of all- my regards- rest in peace to the old me/
That Nick London is dead and gone- but the pain I feel is what molds me/
Don’t get it wrong – I love my mom- but I swear to god she told me/
She’d never leave me- but best believe she packed her bags when I was fourteen/
That messed me up- we kept in touch- now and then she’d phone me/
Came back when I was 18- but it almost felt like she aint know me/
While she was gone- my older sister took the place of my ol g/
I can’t explain how much I miss her- but we have to chase our own dreams/
They say the top is lonely- that ain’t a problem- I’m used to that/
Every time my phone rings- I pray to god- its you in fact/
I read the notes you wrote me- but it's too late to tell you that/
Im sorry and i promise I'd do anything to get you back/
Life is hard- death is cake- who gon clean up the mess you make?/
Yo remembered by the rep you make- so who gon follow the steps you take/
New tomorrows forget today/
Used to sorrow- but blessed to say/
That I'ma make it tho- hate it ho/
And I know better to believe it when you swear to me/ that you staying
HOOK
There I go- alone again- cant keep a job or hold a friend/
Back on the grizzy sellin coke again- and I pray I dont get roped again/
Its only getting deeper and this hole I'm in- is closing in I can't breath/
And I'm suffocating- and wondering if someday maybe I'll get ma peace/
Peace and love- lost and found- hard to believe that you not around/
Hard to believe that you left me the way you did- but best believe that I’m smarter now/
And I'm stronger now- wiser too-At one point I couldn't live life if you/
Was not around- but all around - I made the dilemma but survived it too/
Things never end how you like them to- but I'm sick and tired these thoughts/
How things woulda been if I just knew that by lying to you I’d lost/
It’s a crazy thing- what time could do- what my time with you would cost/
And if I could I would rewind it too- cause I’m dying to move the hell on/
Live my life- minus you- and I’m fine with you in his arms/
But the day gon come- when you play this song- reminding you what you lost/
Go ahead- let it go- all things you tossed away/
Gon haunt you babe- shoulda thought twice before you walked away/
When you’d always say that you'd stay/
HOOK
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You, David Lyn, Nick London, London is Burning, 2011, Hip-hop, Nick, London, David, Lyn
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There's couple little things on my chest that I wanna put my opinion on/
I'll admit there's a lot of drama and a lot of problems need fixing don't/
You try to act like there ain't none- I could name some- let me do that for em/
They caught Saddam and they killed Osama but still don't wanna bring troops back home/
These rappers worthless satanic verses- yall faggots thirsty- I taste that shit/
Attention fiending- y'all extra weak and I bet y'all even tryna hate my shit/
I pray to god that I don't believe in- my only reason is this/
My god ain't yo god- and my angels mom- still can't move on from this shit/
The day you ceased to exist- shit aint feel the same since/
Yo number still in my phone- I know it doesn't make sense/
I call it when I'm alone- but every time the same shit/
There's not even a tone- and there ain't a way to change it/
Yo spirit lives in my song- they know this ain't the same shit/
I'm here to prove the world wrong-and they scared of what the change bring/
Politicians do wrong- catholic churches rape kids/
Just take a look at Penn State- how they knew but didn't say shit/
Wait... They heard bout me through word of mouth and these rappers ain't in my lane/
So I'm swerving hittin these curbs cause none of these herbs can fuck with me game/
My purpose I'm an observer but i put work in all of my verses/
Almost near perfect- scratching the surface -see they all reflecting my pain/
The scars are all in my brain- with broken heart that shows no regards/
To the love my family claims- that have for me- but I'm lonely lost/
And my only option is change- but I'm so in the dark- I cant see the light/
And my soul is calling her name- this only part of the game/
BRIDGE
This only part of the game (repeat)
HOOK
This only part of the game- the only thing that I does/
It’s only part of the pain- the only thing that I trust/
Its only part of the shame- the only thing that I lust/
Gave my heart and soul to this game- and lost the only thing that I love/
This is only part of the game- cameras to managers/
To not knowing who the fuck is real and who the fuck is fake- who can and can’t I trust/
Reading over this record deal- if I sign I’m set foreal- I better catch the buzz/
This is all I ever wanted and more- my own tour- and bunch of groupie hoes trying to catch the bus/
Some rappers known to make dough- some rappers known to make cents/
Some rappers born to make songs- but some rappers born to make hits/
This aint no average rapping- I’m platinum status- I’m after plaques- and I’m after cash and/
I’m the aftermath- of all these average rappers who made average tracks but made it/
This is what the game has been missing- this is what the game needs/
I see all these rappers as children- yall was planted from the same seed/
I mean I know the game is a business- but the business killing my vibe/
They tryna take the real from existence- so they change the words in my lines/
Like hold up- wait- fuck a record deal – them labels will never own my voice/
They tryna coordinate- my flow and my swag- I sign then I aint got no choice/
So I’m like fornicate em- fuck em- I’ma keep hustling- and ain’t a thing changed/
I earned it- now London is burning down- this is only part of the game/
BRIDGE
HOOK
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released December 31, 2011