That you were a champion?
In their eyes)
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that’s for?
Who gon’ stop me huh?
But it’s funny these same wrongs helped me write this song.
Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
Before the day you die, You gonna touch the sky
And I’ma look in the mirror if I need some help
Now I’ll speak from the heart, you all fronting
Everybody feel a way about K but at least you all feel something
I been trying to be signed
Trying to be a millionaire
How I use two lifelines
In the same hospital where Big and 2pac died
The doctor said I had blood clots
But I ain’t Jamaican man
Story on MTV and I ain’t trying to make the band
I swear this right here is history in the making man
Can’t Tell Me Nothing
When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace.
I told God I’d be back in a second,
Man it’s so hard not to act reckless.
To whom much is given much is tested.
Get arrested, guess until, they get the message.
I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny,
And what I do? Act more stupidly.
Bought more jewelry, more Louis V, my momma couldn’t get through to me.
The drama, people suing me,
I’m on T.V. talking like it’s just you and me.
I’m just saying how I feel man,
I ain’t one of the Cosby’s I ain’t go to Hill man
I guess the money should’ve changed him,
I guess I should’ve forgot where I came from.
But she believe in shoes & cars
Wood floors in the new apartment,
couture from the store’s department
For years the drinks most associated with hip-hop were distinctly aspirational. Busta Rhymes rapped about Courvoisier, Jay-Z about Armand de Brignac Ace of Spades champagne. Kanye West, Drake and Lil' Kim have all rapped about the joys of moscato!
"Who gon’ stop me huh?"