Credits
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Grandmaster Shogun
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jamel Pope
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
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Lyrics
I'm like, a loaded shotgun to a flock full of Geese
Makin sales in the staircase where I watch for the D's
And now I'm focused on better living and laughing at defeat
'Cause way before a rap beat my face was on a rap sheet
It's the sole vocal terrorist, I'm here to break the news again
You know I'm the Elephant in every single room I'm in
I been doin this for the love and now it's lucrative
These **** doubted me now I'm wanted like a fugitive
The Special Breed stop thinkin you can't bleed
You can't compare your style equivalent to special needs
Feudal got the trophy ya just fightin' for second seed
And fuck a hitman against me death is guarenteed
I went from college plans to accumulating fans
Used to bag up the grams and did a few bank scams
Illegal activities often part of my plans
But you'll never gain a reward if avoid taking the chance
I often sit and wonder, if y'all are worth the effort
Ya Jokers are Jared Leto next to Heath Ledger
Two options; crack or form a diamond under pressure
I hear the birds chirping I had to ruffle some feathers
And I still persevered in the harshest location
With home visits and drug tests from probation
I couldn't slip up, my P.O was patiently waiting
Tryna send me to same prison my uncle had stayed in
I couldn't fathom it, this high school graduate
Fell into a pit, that sadly wasn't Lazarus
Moms grilled me in courtroom it was embarrassing
I seen her praying so much she almost brought the pastor in
No academic or no basketball scholarship
I owe to this my momma, for all the broken promises
I'm still breaking barriers when they tried to box me in
They doubted the effort now they over there copying
I'm like a lost diamond you could find me in the dirt
You was gon' throw me in the water till you found out what I'm worth
I been this way since birth, had to visualize it first
I got type blessings I couldn't pray about in church
I remember those Winters when I didn't have a coat
Just a jacket and some sneakers I was praying it didn't snow
But my stomach rumbling, ribs touching I'm on the go
And they tossin lil bread but ambition is for the loaf
My thoughts often cloudy this mic is for ventilation
My fam is god praisin' while Shogun was hell adjacent
Built my character from the issues I was faced with
Now I'm at the dinner table , success is what I'm craving
Written by: Jamel Pope