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Album: The Bosh, Wade, and James Mixtape
By: DreamKillerUniversity
By: DreamKillerUniversity
Duration
3:57
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Description
This is about coming up in the music world from Topeka, It's not like all the hardships, but instead, about how messed up it is that we're becoming really big, but they will probably be the last ones to know it. It feels like an age old story for hometown heroes.
Lyrics
Yo, I could never give this up/ I'm just too good, haters want to see me down/ As well they should, Try to trade places/ I bet you wish you could, but I wish you could see the view from here/ I'm all good, I'M ALL GOOD/ But you can't let that ride, you try to be the first out that 7-8-5/ Record labels put the bill on me/ Like the indian statue, waste a mill on me/ So I'm real cool, thats what they say/ It happened so fast I forgot to pack my toothbrush away (dude!)/ That means I'm spittin the nastiest/ Kansas own sun and I'm never on the bench, I'm Steve Nash in this/ Ask me this/ Or better yet, ya'll can answer when I ask, "who's as bad as this?" Young wildcat, hawking on your dame/ My genius is crippled by your apathy, I'm the Steven Hawkins of the game/ And really I could be repping another town/ Act like you give a damn, I'm delivering the crown/ If JESUS was the living love, than I'm the living sound/ Shouldn't have said that, now I know I'll never live it down/ Tried to call me Atheist/ All I know is, I don't want to come back from my grave for this/ Thats why I want to do it big, This time around/ And finally make some noise in the nation, from the Top Town. Chorus: I don't know who they says the best (Cause I don't really care, man I don't see the rest) And I don't know who they say is next (On your mark, get ready get set, GO) I better start, every single time/ This game belongs to me, in other words it's been mine/ Now I found a way to draft myself I made it to the league, I ain't ask nobody for no help/ I'm bringin' ILL back, that's that/ If you can do the stanky leg, the least that I can do is rap/ And I ain't saying it's whack/ I'm saying if I get on a track my goal is to flip your wig back/ Make you play a couple times, and then you get that/ And you sit back/ and you like, "this cat Nick can rap!"/ And they all say, "yo I never knew it!"/ It's cause never run around telling the town that I do it./ But trust me, I'm always on a mission/ but because, you never listen/ You compare me to the pre-existing condition/ So you think, this is something you can stand to miss/ ahh/ So yes, I know I know, I'm the hope/ Bigger than kings, higher than the pope/ I might just be/ The next degree/ Class is in session, and the sessions on me/ Me, all ANT, oh fa'sho/ Nitemare, Spoken Thought my brothers on the floor/ Like Bosh, Wade, and James we're sharing the heat/ What's a paycut when you're looking at consecutive rings?/ Executive things, I don't want to just BE RICH/ I flow harder than water, make the world seasick/ So seat this man at the top, and it don't matter who's there they just dropped a noth. Chorus Out:
