Right Rhymes

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Verse 1: Right rhymes and even better times, that make up for the fakes that I'm leaving all behind. But hold up on those brakes, I'm just gearing up my grind. Spitting all these lines that I hear up in my mind. They like Prada G, make a song why you holding up? I said hold up, lemme double check my formula, I need to make tracks that are hot when I spit, So hold on, lemme go off like this, ah. Chorus: Where my people at, its all spots and grey Make the speakers blast, call em Dr.Dres, Dont move your feet, relax, lets not stop re play, And I'm too real for facts, I guess its best you stay. Verse 2: Musics in the mind, and rhymes are motive, I wanna be heard so I guess I should promote it. They think I'm trying to play ,when I'm really trying to own it. I got a hand full of success, so I guess I'm feeling loaded, But look, I'm trying go for winners gold, but its hard to be hot in the winter's cold, trying stay up in the spot while the just wind just blow, slowly getting to the top I'm trying to finish though. Oh, can you see me through the clouds? Blowing O's, love me then or love me now? Trying get my music out, trying make my mom proud, the game needs change, I'm trying to turn hip hop around . And why they acting kinda different? Why they acting like they trying to listen when they dissing, missing the old me, reminiscing on the rhymes you used to be spitting all the time, well its fine. But haters wills be here but I don't really mind em, but the fans disappear, as I long I can find em. And I put it all together binding pro And I'm effecient with my songs, call em rhymes to go, ah! Chorus Verse: 3 The more fame, you get, the more fans you need. What else supposed to keep you cool in the hot scene, and always on your back, call 'em paparazzi. They say you can't make, well I said just watch me. I'm trying to get my sound out to many, Trying to gather a crowd with some scraps and pennies. So let me rip the beat up, murder it tonight, And bury it with my soul where it's gonna be alright. And rapping ain't a hobby, it's more of just a lifestyle. Trying to make music with some meaning, with the right crowd. If the sky is the limit, we on the white clouds, High up in the sky, can you see me? Get your lights out ! Spitting all day, picking out our rap themes, Writing stupid lines, trying to figure out our rap schemes. I'm thinking about my next track and how to kill it, You got me looking for some listeners, tell me if you're willing. Yeah, don't underestimate my rapping skills, I spit harder than any other rapper will. Uh, cause I am loyal to the game, Your boy Prada G, remember the name cuz ! Chorus Yeah, I guess it's best you stay, Keep Prada G in mind and just press replay, Pay attention the lines, that you might find, Spitting on my thoughts, you can call it right rhymes !