paroles de chanson D-List (feat. Jon Keith & Torey D'Shaun) - Adam Prince , Jon Keith , Torey D'Shaun

Plaques on the wall
Imagine it all
I ain't never had tracks get applause
That was the goal
Raps of a hope
Passionate flow
If I only ever rap 'bout the rap then I'm lacking the soul
I been making trash
Got it in my cache
That's why I can load it fast
Now I close it like it's Flash
I been frozen in the past
I was cold like I was Cap
Now I'm ready to thaw out and talk 'bout facts
Slowing down the tracks
Used to be every other month
I could drop 'em in a chunck
But the hats don't cover up
That it was so rough
Now I smooth my act
I could try to say I run it but I move like rats
Review a verse
Improve the work
It's new as dirt
I can't do it first
So I move with purpose
'Cause I came behind
Nas, Ross, and the LOX
Mobb, Doc, and Raekwon
I'm honest to God
If a practical action is rational
Adam is actually acting as radical
Geez, his thesis seems to be capital
Dream big, Jesus in every syllable
If I rap about Jesus, they'll put me on the d-list
But maybe that's a fallacy 'cause Adam P is listing off the reasons
And gravity resisted what I'm dreaming
It's grave because we drowning things
But how could we resist another creep in
Grave stones not where the dream ends
They don't even rock with Ephesians
And what's your reason
That you don't got a stone like Stephen
You breaking up the unity but you no Grecian
I don't wanna do a thing too fast
And I don't wanna grab fame by chance
Flip your coin or claim your cash
I just wanna go and make my craft
Third revision, raising class

Don't think I'm real
Tell me how you feel
I got drive but it's God hands on the wheel
I got time and they down just to pay the bills
They getting high, that's a vibe and the same feel
Tryna reach that bag and I can't step back
And I might catch flack
And I might get jack
And I'm not getting tagged
And I'm not getting mad
'Cause He got my back so
Please do not pick up the line but they kiss it and cuddle it
Flirt with the devil, he might get you bubbling
Y'all don't know jack 'bout the talks in my huddle, so no
Hate when they go get my album and put it on shuffle
I'm out in the dirt with a spoon as a shovel
So next time I drop I just might charge you double for sure
How many reasons
How many seasons
Cross on my back and I run through your defense
Reading Ephesians, Ima need Jesus
Cooking up rappers I chopped into pieces
Put 'em in soup and they act like I'm tweaking
Ain't even peaked yet
And y'all tweaking

Y'all tweaking
I ain't tryna check you
I ain't playing defense
Is it love for the streets you been seeking
Now your family been mourning in the evening
Can't my God see you sail under pressure
You was not hard
Hair swinging like a Willow
Son of God
And my symbols get to banging on you window
See you talking on your pillow made you sober like a silhouette cop car
Lord God, I'm a sinner like fair state
But it was taking some time for me to eat it
I was lost, looking forward to flaws in a two seater
Heater in the back, ready to melt whoever seen her
Heaven came down and told Boopie to raise the meter
Let my life bleed right through the speakers about His blood on me
Already came from the bottom with the mud on me
Already written in the book 'cause he loved on me