Текст песни
It's you, me, him and her
Not talkin' 'bout the Jigga track
All the work we put in we gon' get it back
Gotta keep the faith now
That's what it takes to carry on, easy to get caught up in the carry on
Built a little name now
I can check some baggage in
I don't have to chuck up everything in carry on
It's a long way down
Could say that I'm conservative, the bottom ain't something that I'm flirting with
Show me what you working with
Be clear that the top tier is the only thing that's pertinent
If you don't look like Lolo Jones hurdling
Don't be surprised if my table is deserted when
You try to roll up
Just put the dough up
They pay to put my name on the wall, this ain't a throw up
So can't bribe me with liquor you can pour up
Name brand clothing or products, I'm fuckin' grown up
Just know my worth, it ain't that my head blown up
They talkin' 'bout exposure, I'm replyin with "so what?"
So come with cheques, it's bustin' this student loan up
Or place a bet on the odds that I pick the phone up
Slim to none, I'm not needing no more of
The bullshit they feeding me
Got an eating disorder
Small talk repeatedly, I proceed to ignore them
The thoughts when I hear the beat, I just need to record 'em
Simple as it ever was
In an industry as fickle as it ever was
But can't quit it's probably easier to give up drugs
Then throw in the towel on doin' some shit you love
And it's the buzz
Off the beaten path, screamin' free at last
Talkin' 'bout history, when they don't even see the past
On some future shit, hope my people stop worshippin' the crucifix
And ask what's the use of it, the truth of it
We had our own tales, own stories
Before some missionaries round the 1840's told us what it was,
This is what it is, half sa kiwi 'bout my culture 'bout my fuckin' biz
Don't tell me shit 'bout what place the holy spirit lives