The Journey Songtext
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Clock ring around 30, I just started right
Another all-nighter working toward the goal
Heard niggas getting all excited, enjoy the moment
I just came to bring that feel back, rapping been in a coma
Went on tour, got a chance to see the world
Plus my pop played the tables at casinos barely ducking the cops
Gave you faith then I had to show it, Ciroc and Moet
Backstage, I'm in Nashville
Tryna get that cab boy
For real, I had a job but I lost it
Another all-nighter working toward the goal
Heard niggas getting all excited, enjoy the moment
I just came to bring that feel back, rapping been in a coma
Went on tour, got a chance to see the world
Plus my pop played the tables at casinos barely ducking the cops
Gave you faith then I had to show it, Ciroc and Moet
Backstage, I'm in Nashville
Tryna get that cab boy
For real, I had a job but I lost it
When I lost it I almost lost it
All I thought was going back to second, not the best
That could cost me my career, but I'm like, 'fuck it!'
Better than living this way
Not knowing when duckers are coming in, ain't no label pushing this yet
No one is for a fact but they don't feel it
'Cause I make you think about shit
I'm tryna get it, force some lyrics
Frustrated, DJ on the plan if you paying
And they got the worst shit popping but we ignore that
So let me get my Kodak and get up out you folks way
The real nigga know that, the real nigga feel that
Hear it in your tone, stop answering when they hit me on the phone
If I don't fuck with 'em like that
Oh, yeah, fuck your list, this is how appears
Pulling on parades, this is NWA
It's Pimp C with some Outcasts, some new shit of the day
It's the Hennessey with the J, a strong nigga from JA
My nigga, this is cold with a K
I struggle to get you my life, this is soulful, beans and rice Eat up, on the road to Spaghetti Junction with my feet up
All I thought was going back to second, not the best
That could cost me my career, but I'm like, 'fuck it!'
Better than living this way
Not knowing when duckers are coming in, ain't no label pushing this yet
No one is for a fact but they don't feel it
'Cause I make you think about shit
I'm tryna get it, force some lyrics
Frustrated, DJ on the plan if you paying
And they got the worst shit popping but we ignore that
So let me get my Kodak and get up out you folks way
The real nigga know that, the real nigga feel that
Hear it in your tone, stop answering when they hit me on the phone
If I don't fuck with 'em like that
Oh, yeah, fuck your list, this is how appears
Pulling on parades, this is NWA
It's Pimp C with some Outcasts, some new shit of the day
It's the Hennessey with the J, a strong nigga from JA
My nigga, this is cold with a K
I struggle to get you my life, this is soulful, beans and rice Eat up, on the road to Spaghetti Junction with my feet up
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