Amir Obe - Jay Z, Kanye, Esco

Song Rating: 9.38/10

Song lyrics:

[Intro: sample of We Do What Were Told by Peter Gabriel]

[Verse 1: Amir Obè]
Imma make a million dollars, give it all to you
All this rapping about the hood, I give it all to moof
Recording projects in the projects, where the f** is the stu
My neighbors know this sh** from top to bottom
Gotah,gotem to master volume, they play f**ing problems on repeat
f** the neighbors, Im a neighborhood, f** them to they sleep
Ba** on ten, BlackBerry no author, when it goes off I dreamed about being Sean Carter
Even meeting him, walking in his office
I probably be reluctant to play him this sh** disgusting
This aint blueprint this the new print
Watching Ye interviews, like this how Imma do it
No f**s given, this is no f**s living
I been cold for a minute, but a n***a aint shivering
Kinda feel like pride always keep me at a distance
They aint even realize a n***a went missing
One day I met Ty Ty, Depp introduced me
Said I was a star, man that sh** felt like a movie
I bet he dont remember, I was rocking all the gucci
I was tryna rep the roc, but thats how n***as gonna do me
I was that close, now a n***a tired
You know you a loser when they saying,at least you tried
Thought a few new records might even change they mind
My only plug at roc nation got fired
God, ironically Im basically staying in marcy
Tryna write the same story, Im sorry Im all dreams
I cant let these dream k**ers k** my self-esteem
I got people in my corner, I aint selfless, please
I need hope, like a drug dealer need coke
Miles for from the beach, another trip and my ki low
This the same sh** that be disrupting my ego
Getting played by childhood hero

[Bridge]-Red Red Wine:Bob Marley(sample of song mixed in)

[Verse 2: Amir Obe]
I aint doing sh** to flatter
Im doing this sh** to blood splatter
I just realized the co-sign does matter
Seen Cole, seen Drake, met Sylvia
And on the real I aint even surprise Drake cussed at her
I was tryna play my jams, she paid more attention to her poodle, b**h Ill be damned
Need to do some soul searching, you dont understand
I worked on this for three years, for three years
I feel pressure from my grandma she aint even alive

I aint look at life the same since my father retired
Dont know who worry more, me or him,glad that we both breathing
We gon spend a day watching CNN, I see me in him
He see him in me, lately I been in the D
Praying like a pope moving like a G
I be losing sleep, into I move you to a beach
Dont you look surprise, nothing out of reach
Nothing out of reach,I miss Christmas in the hotel
Know that feeling so well, I aint get no gifts
But Im gifted, my soul I wont sell
Just when I think its good, they give me more hell
Kind of like a good f** interrupted by a door bell
Holidays be awkward, everybody be emotional
I just need some closure to certain sh** that aint kosher
Im too young to stress, and most the time I be sober
So I aint got no way of escaping a rollercoaster
And all you stupid f**s, I aint never lose a deal
I just tore the contract up, said Ill never lose the real
You aint see my P.O.V, tried to make me B.O.B
I rather be, broke in the D, playing that C.O.D
Listening to idols I never got the chance to impress
I use to do it all for that, but now Im easing the stress
Cause Roc dont want a meeting, Good dont want no meeting
Im good with meeting n***as, let my music do the speaking
Im bad with business, Ill probably be the last to win these riches
But when I do Ill say the pa**ion did it, hit the masters with it
Sick of tryna ball, but sh**, Magic did it
That line was far fetched but you had to get it, if you laughing at it
Clever me,[????],painting sh** I never see
I just write, I never read
I just rap, I never speak
They call me shy Im never Keef(no)
Easily influenced and soft-spoken
Horses on my polo have me feel important
Got a lot to say, but for some reason I cant record it
If I aint happy with my tone I might distort it
I guess Im shy in a since, with violent thoughts
A violin hums while I silence the charts
Im anti single, but f** being married to the game
Ill just f** and bust nuts and hope yall carry the pain
Of bastards I birth, caskets I earth, ratchets I swerved
If theres one thing I learned its f** yall, pay me
All yall crazy, aint no college dropout I failed high-school AP
Its a hard knock life, but you cant knock my hustle
Spent my education emulating Jay Z, Kanye, Esco
Im somewhat depressed though, cause money came and went
But I aint get the respect though

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 14:16