Legends

(альбом: In The Meantime - 2015)

I'm getting carried away
Feel like I'm getting carried away
I'm getting carried away
Look

Headed back to building my city, I love the feel of my city
Take care of Del Amo, feel like I pay the bills in my city
I'm a fresh prince here, feel like a Will to my city
Got some fake niggas here but I keep the real with my city
Relationships stayed and we just turned to strangers
Now matter how apologetic, it could never save us
Took the memories of us and I put 'em on paper
Love when my sadness could turn into positive anger
Something as close as memories can be productive
Never drop your name, they don't know who I'm discussing
But you don't thank me for it, you just think that I'm deceiving
Like I never say your name 'cause I want you to be a secret
Fuck it, cool, lose lose, I'm always wrong
You say I need a job then complain I'm always gone
I'm in the studio so much I start to call it home
The quiet peace it brings to me when I'm all alone

Swear I should've did this sooner and make the time slow up
Fellow rappers claim that they just trying to grind, know what?
Y'all say y'all love the competition 'til the time roll up
Everybody want to be Mike 'til LeBron show up
Y'all some fake landmines, y'all ain't trying to blow up
Fellow rappers claim that they just trying to grind, know what?
Y'all say y'all love the competition 'til the time roll up
Everybody want to be Mike 'til LeBron show up, damn

You have to watch out for them legends, like you know nobody has to make room. You gotta earn everything you get, you nahmean? Nobody just gon' stamp you a legend and you not doing anything that's legendary. But to the people who are watching or still reminiscing on the Jordans, like yo, LeBron James exists. There's people out there that will ride so hard for Jordan that they denying how amazing LeBron James is, you nahmean?

I ain't a legend but got potential on the table
They saying I'm a rapper, I ain't really into labels
Or maybe it's just too new, I ain't used to it
All I know is that I flow dirty, nigga spit sewage when he kick it
Ain't doing shit for bread, I pursue it for the vision
But please don't get me wrong, when it's all said and finished
I ain't do it on no get rich shit but I be lying
If I say that I don't want no big chips
Preferably, I would love to get rich quick
When the money coming in all my problems could be fixed
So move the signs of an evict, tell my momma she could quit
She in hospital whips, what she driving fucking sick
But these niggas hold on and it's time for an eviction
I promise y'all, I pay respect to Hov, Biggie and Pac
And I ain't trying to sound like I'm hating or sending 'em shots
But does it make 'em less great if we say Cole on top?
And is Mike not Mike if we give Kobe his props?
Even while he was in his prime, he was the most hated one
Out of all the Lakers, I feel like he was the greatest one
Niggas acting like he ain't drop 81
'Cause we hold on to the Magic vision, it's an addiction
We want him to remain the illest, no pun intended
If a young nigga killing, there's no need for us to hate
'Cause the legends paved the road so we could drive it and be great, nigga