paroles de chanson Gotta Be More - Nick Grant , BJ the Chicago Kid

Carolina
And they say Chi City
Uh, uh, check

Niggas ain't been rappin' lately, guess I'm trapped in the 80's
Ain't fly enough if the fashion statements don't make you hate me
Lookin up to drug czars, same ones who sold my mother raw
Die quick as the culture if we don't evolve
Could never hide the scars
I'm from where pistols bark like a pit of dogs, nigga shit gets hard
Thirsty bitches even want to sip the tears from Dons
Rich rap, skin black as Norman Lear sitcoms
Diamonds lookin pissed on
Picking bitches like I'm Frankie Lymon, nigga which one?
Pray my niggas live long
No time for silly rappers and they two lame cliques
For the record we deeper than a Wu-Tang hit
My drive took me out the ghetto, found a new lane quick
At any moment they gon' hit me with that "you changed" shit
More honesty than Richard Pryor comedy
I don't know where I'ma be when Obama leave
Gotta be more

Said there's gotta be more
Said there's gotta be more
More than what we see
More's what we gotta be

I'm Gil Scott Heron
Here to give America a dose of their own medicine
Who I ain't better than? You should watch who you bet against
Expose hearts of jealous men
Predator felon, mama's bestie molested them
Killers vanish cause feds tamper with evidence
Long as the soul's wealthy we cool cause we were never rich
Sweat me like fed pressure, was left for dead
Sorry I mislead ya miss lady, all I wanted was head
Sippin' wine imported, my rhyme style is gorgeous
'Bout my money, this is worse than Sallie Mae extortion
Don't know what's real, it's like I'm
Lookin' through the eyes of orphans
The newest Benz turnin' like some disappointed corpses
Old head stories of how they was the shit in they day
The world bleeds, minstrel shows, get tickets today
200 On the car dash with a trunk full of yay
Life's good, no more reruns of minimum wage
Gotta be more

Said there's gotta be more
Said there's gotta be more
More than what we see
More's what we gotta be

Still could pull a model with no dollar to my name
A nation in debt and here we are beggin' for change
All for nothin', another brother slain
Death is a tough exchange, Trump even runnin' game
All aboard the coon train
Clown Sambo painted faces, you frontin'
So embarrassin', tap dancin' for whitey get you nothin'
But a penny for your thoughts
If all times are good do you know who you really are?
I need the bad times, adversity gets you far
This verse is a key of raw
Babies die young, remember you via the project wall
My generation needs a Redd Foxx, Selena horn
Feel like I'm the one to put us on top where we belong
Walkin' Fred Hampton agenda, I'm too attentive
My shit is poison to these rap pretenders
Who swear they trap but never seen a pack
This epidemic of twisted facts
Still we celebrate your backwards image
It gotta be more

Said there's gotta be more
Said there's gotta be more
More than what we see
More's what we gotta be
More's what we gotta be