Текст песни Tony Soprano - JCK

Time is moving and I gotta cherish it
I can't give you my hoodie, I'm wearing it
And you can't really draw a comparison
Cus' our music is not that compatible
But I might do a feature for charity
Get up in there you know imma tear it up
And she put on my music while she getting ready, she mouthing the words in her vanity
Had my mom tell me watch the profanity
Had to tell her it's all 'bout the music
I explained that it ain't 'bout the shit that I say but it's all 'bout the way that I use it
Man I'm really that guy and I do this
Ain't believe me at first but I proved it
Now I'm out with a couple of albums I did by myself and they all on the movement
Now they all gotta face up the music
All the shit they won't say to my face
I ain't training with Mr. Miagi I just do my thing and I'm finding my pace
Ain't a shack but I'm making it shake
Hit me back so I know that you safe
Might've slipped but I'm back in my place and I can't give my doubters a moment of faith

Not a moment of faith

Yeah
Uh
Yeah look uh
So we coming back to back you know that you heard it
Burning the track is never a burden
Cutting you off like I'm planning for urban
Taking a bow while she closing the curtains
The rainfall is the pouring the angel she weeps
The thunder is striking, the devil make leaps
I carry my pain, locked on to my hip
My life ain't the same, I let that bitch rip
Lean back and I sip
I'm high but don't trip
That concrete hit hard its the jungle that grip
30 missed calls DND do it's thing
You say that you love 'em is when they'll cling
The Earth is dying Marvin Gaye how I sing
He saw the vision now we hang on the string
Tony Soprano I stay at the Bing
I promise your sister and I was a just fling
Big body to trim w the shears
Somebody they screwed up my gears
That light burning down on your fears
Are you salty enough for the tears?
I'm losing respect for my peers
Uh yeah
Chopping you up by the second
Don't fret but this brain of mine a deadly weapon
Yeah
Comin' up high steppin
Still tippin' them texas boys I be reppin'

Uh uh
Still tippin' them texas boys I be reppin'
Yeah

Yeah
I never fold I ain't corrugated I'm still tryna get it on my own
Me and the gang feeling more related than some people I know back at home
Different territories I don't know
Think my girl's getting paranoid
Everybody wants a serenade
But that narrative is getting very old
Every girl wants a a ceremony
Shawty give me top it give me serotonin
I just write the rules, Gene Steratore
I don't fuck with these boys cus' they very phony
Know the ride to the top can be very lonely
But this hotel's feeling very homey
Know I had to save a spot for Young Joie
On some mob shit, like a young Tony

It's that simple
Like a Young Tony