Story Behind The Song
i was in a situation where i had a lot of decisions to make and in the meanwhile having lots of downfalls happening .
Song Description
someone whos fed up with those people that feed alot of s@#t .
Song Length |
3:18 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - General |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Composed, Diplomatic |
Subject |
Life, Disgust |
Similar Artists |
Outkast, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Holding steady hands scheming off the top
lost a set of plans when will it all stop
whos the biggest man that got got for them crops
see them demons like chameleons flip flop
house a couple thousand about to drop it on a drop
feeling all this pressure this is special
is it not?
Sending off some rockets in directions towards your hut
how you gonna stop this when its drama that you want
reminds me of a time hard looks rose wine
creatures of the night life drop you on a dime
keep them hustles coming because i always love to dine
always down to lose control only when the time is right
lets just pretend that some kin got caught up in some small things the kind that life conjures up
hows it gettin handled when it gets tough
will you grab the eagle and light the hood up?
there's to many choices in plain overview make the wrong moves because you have something to prove this here ain't game its my life ain't no song and only late at night will you catch me with the bong release a little tension that's how i keep it strong i dont wanna hear no bitchin i know when i am wrong.
(hook) I try to make big plans hold out helping hands. Why the shams turn to shambles, homies turn to vandals, scandals occur remembering only a blur
(hook repeat)
All them labels enables the fables to start to arise. We be creeping and seeking before the sun arives, How's this feeling, appealing? Why don't you dry your eyes, how you step up so swollen and it's to my surprise. Feel the pressure that measures the bomb about to blow seeing so many and plenty of brothers come and go. Where the questions expressed with ill tones grow roll up the zone rollout and the brains blown.
Tiptoe cross the floor in your own home bro' what's the deal with that what the fuck you wanna front for. When you see me I'm gleaming and feening for this funk, don't try to pop the trunk it signifies you's a punk. We can handle this like suits or is it fire that you want, we can handle this like dudes and you'll be riding in my trunk, uh!
(hook) I try to make big plans hold out helping hands. Why the shams turn to shambles, homies turn to vandals, scandals occur remembering only a blur
(hook repeat)