American Rapstar
(专辑: Return Of 4eva - 2011)
[Intro: Talking] An A&R once told me "you can determine the
worth of a
song within 15 seconds of it playing" With complete and utter lack of the
fact that it takes takes all 3
minutes and 40seconds of a
song To comprehend what I'm saying It ain't a
single if it don't fly It ain't a
hit if it don't ride Now he couldn't tell me the
components of a
smash but the
ringtones were their all time high And a
rappers only as big as his chain, the
flashier the
better [Chorus:] They say money make the
World go round You never lost til you lose your crown And they don't love you till you're on the
ground Or when you're maxing out your bank account Yeah, you do it all just to live the
life Even if it means you don't live it right And even if it means you don't survive the
night But if even if you do you won't survive the
hype Of an American Rapstar [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T] Push it to the
limit just to get a
fire wheel wood grain kitted Ride around town like I
never lived in it Gun in my dash, pray I
never kill with it I'm that real with it Got my eyes on the
prize Bills still due, motherfuck 9
to 5
Searching for a
freak down to fuck once or twice Wanna buy a
bottle but I
ain't paid my tithes This no lie, I
got a
vision and a
master plan To hit the
block and blow up like a
Taliban Or make it where my plane never have to land Or make it where them lames never stand a
chance Shit, you'll never know only time will tell It's either starve or you find a
scale You either buying or you trying to sale You either fall or you grind the
rails [Chorus] [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T] So I
just get it how I
live Waiting on my moment, screaming fuck how they feel Dodging jail cells and them pigs down to kill They shot Oscar Grant swear it gave a
nigga chills Let's keep it real, if you ain't looking then your eyes closed Will I
pay what I
owe, only God knows I
ain't for show, give me strength just to change what I
can't And understand the
difference between a
nigga and the
King that I
am Gotta keep ya finger on the
trigger Pac died, Biggie died, they ain't found the
killer Mama say she worried 'cause I
rap about the
Government And how the
Church caked up while people out here struggling (it's real though) I
just call it how it is folk I'm breathing for a
reason, what you here for? They got us with the
villains who are cheerful Cause they murdered all the
heroes [Chorus]