Lyrics Finalee (Finally) - Paul Gee

Yaknoo
Maybe the DJ
Could start off the vibes like this
Namsayn
Energy different
This for the soul
Can't get too cold
Brooklyn
New York

It don't matter to me
I'm really workin' for the cause
You gettin' madder at me
All the bloggers
P.R people should be jackin' da Gee
I'm doin' different,
Playing shows,
I ain't playing the streets

Had to look at the game
Be my truth,
I had to face it (Finalee)
Had to be me
No capping, no faking
Different language so I speak to anyone wit an ear
Transparent, my whole soul got VVS's in there

I went through what y'all went
Through, but just made different decisions
You did that, and I did this
We in a different division

That don't mean we in the same sport
I changed courts
They see us all the same
If we sittin' in court (Finalee)

Imma light it up when I need to
Imma make it a moment
I don't see no competition
I don't see no opponents (Finalee)

Bro said bring the light, that's what they want from the boy
Vibe dealer,
Moving work,
But the block ain't destroyed

I'm not your regular degular Artist
And that's really the hardest
Cuz you see a bunch of robbers
Took the blueprint from the fathers
But the genuine is who really gon' make it the farthest (Finalee)
And I'm here to give my legend
Imma do me regardless

I been tryna give the keys
To free my people from the scam (Finalee)
Life's about purpose
If yours ain't you ain't the man
We in a world where being real is heavy in demand
Building real, you ever see your bills
Slip through your hands?

You ever see your mom in need,
And you can't even give your hand? (Finalee)
Then wipe your eyes from crying
Turn your self into a man
What's a young King to do, ain't gang banging ain't got no confidence
I learned the best route is keep it real witcha conscious

They gon' kill me,
Cuz I'd rather talk like this, than metaphors of rap
Figure that
They'd rather fix my mind
Because I'm Black

I ain't complaining
This ain't pick me
This is facts for the kids
Not talkin' age
I'm talkin' thangs in which we know what it is

You ridin' waves than stoppin' graves
It's really more into this
At least for me I found my lane
I found a reason to trip

How you funny money cuz
I'm acting, rapping, hosting, singing
You should be jackin' what happens
From the results that this is bringing

I don't even got it figured out
I can't even say finally
Tryna get my people to connect (Yea)
Tryna keep my brothers from lining me
New York need some new reps (Yea)
And You know where to find me,
I can't even see whats next
That's cuz the light is blinding me
(Oh) Trippin' aim
Ain't a thang
Let it bang
Pull up on you
Gi-di game
This a flame
Then I'm Blaine
Finally I'm lettin' myself go off
I done had so much to show
They thinkin' I'm a show off
I'm findin' me

Finally
I'm the prototype of singin' and rappin'
I got a host of competition
Bouta be missin' in action
Gee