i'm tryna learn somethin new.
i'm tryna find myself, i'm searching deep for Kendrick Lamar,
i read about Napoleon Hill and try to know God,
they say he the key to my blessings...
and if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock,
money flow like water, i'll just wait at the dock.
and by the way imma start,
finding more light to shed,
like a small garage in yo backyard.
i'm back chillin with a friend of mine
she mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness.
always hollerin who she don't like , and who she kick it with,
who she wanna fight, who wearing a weave, who Dooney & Bourke bag is fake,
who holdin the keys to the car she drove last year,
or who f*ckin on who, and who need a pap smear.
gettin on my nerves, but before yo negative energy curve, chick imma cut you off .
unh ,
i'm tryna learn somethin new.
i'm tryna surround myself with people that inspire me.
or at least inquire similar desires
to do what it T-A-K-E just to reach the T-O-P .
i'm talkin ideas, motivation
it's more than making, enemies.
oh that's not your memo?
then tell me why you constantly stressin on how you well connected like centipedes?
i function with you and you flaunt your pistol
every second tell me how you pressed em at the Monte Crystal.
where so & so from and what neighborhoods beefin,
who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend.
that shit is mad depressin, bringin me down.
speak on somethin with some substance that can get us both paid rather than tellin me how these people jocking yo style,
or his rims ain't bigga.
i'mma cut you off.
i'm tryna learn somethin new.
i'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star.
i'm tryna feel the vibe of Mona Lisa, studying art.
now paint that picture
life behind bars , remember the very day i got caught
i murdered a rapper , and you filed the police report
see what i was taught
family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
constantly talkin shit 'bout the next relative,
wanting me to take sides , but i'd never give in.
ever since grandma died , everyone parted ways.
argue on holidays,
left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid
him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come.
come to my house just to yap bout your own people...dang,
and if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep.
i'm tryna find myself, i'm searching deep for Kendrick Lamar,
i read about Napoleon Hill and try to know God,
they say he the key to my blessings...
and if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock,
money flow like water, i'll just wait at the dock.
and by the way imma start,
finding more light to shed,
like a small garage in yo backyard.
i'm back chillin with a friend of mine
she mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness.
always hollerin who she don't like , and who she kick it with,
who she wanna fight, who wearing a weave, who Dooney & Bourke bag is fake,
who holdin the keys to the car she drove last year,
or who f*ckin on who, and who need a pap smear.
gettin on my nerves, but before yo negative energy curve, chick imma cut you off .
unh ,
i'm tryna learn somethin new.
i'm tryna surround myself with people that inspire me.
or at least inquire similar desires
to do what it T-A-K-E just to reach the T-O-P .
i'm talkin ideas, motivation
it's more than making, enemies.
oh that's not your memo?
then tell me why you constantly stressin on how you well connected like centipedes?
i function with you and you flaunt your pistol
every second tell me how you pressed em at the Monte Crystal.
where so & so from and what neighborhoods beefin,
who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend.
that shit is mad depressin, bringin me down.
speak on somethin with some substance that can get us both paid rather than tellin me how these people jocking yo style,
or his rims ain't bigga.
i'mma cut you off.
i'm tryna learn somethin new.
i'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star.
i'm tryna feel the vibe of Mona Lisa, studying art.
now paint that picture
life behind bars , remember the very day i got caught
i murdered a rapper , and you filed the police report
see what i was taught
family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
constantly talkin shit 'bout the next relative,
wanting me to take sides , but i'd never give in.
ever since grandma died , everyone parted ways.
argue on holidays,
left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid
him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come.
come to my house just to yap bout your own people...dang,
and if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep.
Artist: Kendrick Lamar
Title: Cut You Off
Album: Overly Dedicated
Label: Top Dawg Entertainment
Release: Sept. 14, 2010
For the full story on Kendrick Lamar, click --> Who is Kendrick Lamar?
Title: Cut You Off
Album: Overly Dedicated
Label: Top Dawg Entertainment
Release: Sept. 14, 2010
For the full story on Kendrick Lamar, click --> Who is Kendrick Lamar?
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