paroles de chanson Quantum Physics - Livefromthecity

Um, a little note to myself
I'm just trying to see what I can do, and how I can do it
So if you fuck up, Tyke, rewind and do it again
'Cause I'm trying to learn it, and learn it well

Remember plenty nights
Up late in the kitchen whipping it
Baby I'm a chemist
I am not a quantum physicist
I don't rap I rhetoric
A writer not a lyricist
Your baby mama biting bottom lip
While she's listening

Remember plenty nights
Up late in the kitchen whipping it
Baby I'm a chemist
I am not a quantum physicist
I don't rap I rhetoric
A writer not a lyricist
You tryna argue with her
On the phone while I'm hitting it

Belligerent
I'm on some different shit
Here to represent for niggas that
Still facing sentences
Fuck Donald Trump
I don't need no apprenticeship
I'm down to kill an opp
And anyone that's friends with him

She don't deserve the bedroom
I fuck her on the couch
No you cannot stay the night
Shorty this my Mama's house
I know you got another nigga
You should probably call him now
Man these hoes cannot be trusted
And I'm finna call them out
Fuck you talkin bout

45 On us
Come and try your luck
Ghetto Greatness But they hate us
They don't pray for us
I kill for my squad
That's that tainted love
For what I believe
I'll kill my own blood

Find out where those niggas stay
Let's pay them a visit
If he from that other side
He's wasted existence
Cut some gills into his face
Send him to the fishes
She don't want you she don't love you
So respect her wishes

Got her washing all these dishes
Up late in the kitchen whipping it
Baby I'm a chemist
I am not a quantum physicist
I don't rap I rhetoric
A writer not a lyricist
Been realest but
These pussy niggas wasn't listening

Remember plenty nights
Up late in the kitchen whipping it
Baby I'm a chemist
I am not a quantum physicist
I don't rap I rhetoric
A writer not a lyricist
The answer to your prayers
Ain't no question that I'm killing shit

Children of the kids that got
Abandoned by their villages
So much sauce I'm spilling it
The void of pain I'm filling it
The Word Of God I'm living it
City Of God I live in it
Hold your applause ain't finished yet
The doubter wanna diminish it

Haters wanna finish him
Because they can't contend with him
7 City Souljas hold them toasters
They defending him
I witnessed a murder
And that stripped me of my innocence
First lick at fifteen
And on my life I been a killer since

Kill them with my penmanship
The Ghetto what I represent
God Body King so my queen
Believes I'm heaven sent
Young Beloved boy you
Gotta love it told ya girl to buss it
I'm the greatest ain't no other
Option let alone discussion

Remember plenty nights
Up late in the kitchen whipping it
Baby I'm a chemist
I am not a quantum physicist
I don't rap I rhetoric
A writer not a lyricist
Your baby mama biting bottom lip
While she's listening

Remember plenty nights
Up late in the kitchen whipping it
Baby I'm a chemist
I am not a quantum physicist
I don't rap I rhetoric
A writer not a lyricist
You tryna argue with her
On the phone while I'm hitting it