Текст песни
Why am i so heartless
Let em talk they gon talk regardless
I'm tending to my garden
Hope my heart don't harden
This is how you made me
Eyes X if we box don't play me
Penitentiary baby
A little bit of Biggie mixed with Shady
Trailer park boy in a Mercedes
Givin em hades
This is Jordan in the eighties
Rap game Brady
Pop an opp like biscuits now we gravy
And if they got a problem we gon pop off like we crazy
Pablo escobars spells I'm speaking got em wavy
They gon switch the topic like we ain't the chosen, maybe?
Watch em try and replicate the style that we created
We done rolled up three or four and smoked em now we faded
And it's too much money on the floor that's how you know you made it
If my name ain't in ya mouth you know we under rated
They say the world is yours so you know that imma take it
Knocking on your door if you are dodging me for payments
I can tell the score will be settled when we famous
Always needed more from the floor who could blame us
Now it's matching home decor to them magazine pages
Mom been gone since I got here
Daddy said you better have no fears
Keep close those who you hold dear
Had a vision it was all just so clear
Big stages
All from a book of spells like mages
Boy dangerous
Need a money stack thicker than my notebook pages
With a bag full of raps and a pen full of pain
If I cried these tears wouldn't change a damn thing
So my ink leave stains
If feelings remain
Empty my brain
Good gracious
One day it'll all make since
Have patience
No expectations
Keep writing rhymes and tighten up the cadence
We in the days of revelations
We are in the days of revelations
Monstrous demonstrations
Forced medications
Ego so worried about reputation