Tuscan Leather
(专辑: Nothing Was The Same - 2013)
[Verse 1] Coming off the
last record, I'm getting 20 million off the
record Just to off these records, nigga that's a
record I'm living like I'm out here on my last adventure Past the
present when you have to mention This is nothing for the
radio, but they'll still play it though Cause it's that new Drizzy Drake, that's just the
way it go Heavy airplay all day with no chorus We keep it thorough, nigga, rap like this for all of my borough niggas I
reached the
point where don't shit matter to me, nigga I
reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn't reach, nigga Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, nigga I
could go a
hour on this beat, nigga I'm just as famous as my mentor But that's still the
boss, don't get sent for Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a
bullet you wasn't meant for Cause you don't really wanna hear me vent more Hot temper, scary outcome Here's a
reason for niggas that's hating without one That always let they mouth run Bench players talking like starters, I
hate it Started from the
bottom, now we here, nigga, we made it Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather smelling like a
brick Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit Rich enough that I
don't have to tell 'em that I'm rich Self explanatory, you just here to spread the
story, wassup [Verse 2] Sitting Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV Young rebel, Young Money nothing you could tell me Paperwork taking too long, maybe they don't understand me I'll compromise if I
have to, I
gotta stay with the
family Not even talking to Nicki, communication is breaking I
dropped the
ball on some personal shit, I
need to embrace it I'm honest, I
make mistakes, I'd be the
second to admit it Think that's why I
need her in my life, to check me when I'm tripping On a
mission tryna shift the
culture Tell me who dissing, I
got some things that'll hit the
culprit Them strep throat flows, them shits to stop all of the
talking All of the
talking, got one reply for all of your comments Fuck what you think, I'm too busy, that's why you leave a
message Born a
perfectionist, guess that makes me a
bit obsessive That shit I
heard from you lately really relieved some pressure Like aye, B I
got your CD, you get an E
for effort I
piece letters together and get to talking reckless I
don't change like credentials, you know you see the
necklace My life's a
completed checklist I'm tired of hearing 'bout who you checking for now Just give it time, we'll see who's still around a
decade from now That's real [Verse 3] How much time is this nigga spending on the
intro? Lately I've been feeling like Guy Pearce in Memento I
just set the
bar, niggas fall under it like a
limbo The
family all that matters, I'm just out here with my kinfolk Off everything my pen wrote we went from Bundy to Winslow This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I
catch my tempo I
sip the
Pora and listen to Cappadonna The
Fresh Prince just had dinner with Tatiana, no lie All these 90's fantasies on my mind The
difference is that with mine, they all come true in due time I
might come through without security to check if you're fine That's just me on my solo like fuck it, like YOLO Wanted to tell you, "Accept yourself" You don't have to prove shit to no one except yourself And if you end up needing some extra help, then I
can help You know, back on your feet and shit Tryna get my karma up, fuck the
guilty and greedy shit How much time is this nigga spending on the
intro? How this nigga working like he got a
fucking twin though? Life is sounding crazy, 40 on Martin Scorcese And I
wouldn't change a
thing if you payed me, now real nigga wassup