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Nate Good

Sugar Cane

 

Sugar Cane


What can I say?
Life hands you lemons, I make sugar cane
Ooo
Fuck all that coulda-shoulda-woulda man
Made all my blessings out of curses
Ooo
That made my sacrifices worth it

Used to pack quarter sacks [?]
Up for the quarterback
He was doing EPs, celebrating TDs
I was burning CDs, hyping up an EP
He was bringing scouts out
I ain't have an out route
Yeah
In the meantime, I just needed me time
Finally got it buzzing, you could say I'm on a beeline
Just so I could send your ass a bill up in my free time
Never started rapping for a hundred or a Nissan
A Toyota or a Kia couldn't sport it
Wanna see the world, the only fucking way to do is tour it
Sounding like there's two of me the way I sing the chorus
Running up the score, we want everything and more but
Everything in due time, maybe even suit and tie
Sitting getting shoe shines, see where it go
Yeah my confidence is bulletproof and so is the flow
Got my eggs in one basket but my ducks in a row

What can I say?
Life hands you lemons, I make sugar cane
Ooo
Fuck all that coulda-shoulda-woulda man
Made all my blessings out of curses
Ooo
That made my sacrifices worth it

Baby tell me why I panic at all
I'm out here in the mid-Atlantic and I'm having a ball
I'll probably hit the jackpot before I hit me a wall
I'm aiming at you from a cloud if I sell rap in the fall [?]
My homies can't believe it at all
Up in the studio I gotta help em pick up their jaw
Don't wanna hear about a problem till the point is resolved
If you can handle that I think I'll probably want you involved
Wonder what the top's like
Never had the spotlight
Staring at a blank sheet
Looking like a blank check
Boy it only takes one riff that can make you
Only takes one false step that can break you
Break latex, get that "I'm late" text
Says she took eight tests and her blood got checked and
What you gonna do, we gonna deal with it
My life was missing something real in it
Blow up a pack of balloons
Shit we gon' pop a fucking bottle in delivery room
We just celebrating life every day and every night
Just to say we did it right, this shit bigger than the lights

What can I say?
Life hands you lemons, I make sugar cane
Ooo
Fuck all that coulda-shoulda-woulda man
Made all my blessings out of curses
Ooo
That made my sacrifices worth it

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