Tell the bartender I want a Hennessy and Sprite,
what you mean, “they all out?”
and I done came all this way with my girl here tonight?
a nigga finna ball out,
cause I’m a chief like Halo, cutthroat classics
and I’m chilling with an angel, fuck your bad bitch,
every time we come together, dog, it look like magic
but it didn’t happen overnight - the shit took practice
honestly, I always loved white girls,
it’s ugly being racist, I need a facelift,
since these hoes was so basic,
I had to take it back to basics,
head bobbing to the music, hope God forgave us,
even Kanye once said “only Jesus could save us,”
swagger coming back, never gonna replace this,
I be snapping on the track, you don’t wanna replay this,
playing the stradivarius with Ana Kasparian,
reporting live from the underground where they buried us,
they ain’t love me when I was single, but now these hoes
wanna catch a train like Thomas or Demaryius,
I can think of various reasons for all the arrogance,
one is sitting next to me, living it vicarious-ly,
now that she’s here, I’m free,
told her we can be together, but I’m still doing me…
now we sitting reminiscing,
on the days that were simpler, the things we remembered,
what we did and how we miss it ,
who’d have thought that everything would come together like this did?
Back then, I would listen, always
had dreams of being big, as a rapper, that was it
but now, everybody a musician…
shit, even Ray Rice had a hit,
but I ain’t come all this way for nothing,
started from the bottom, never wanted to front, man,
I just wanted to sit with the cool kids at lunch, man
now I’ve transformed into hip-hop’s frontman,
but still, everybody stay dissing,
tall grass, and I hear them snakes hissing,
but I’m destined for another planet, goddamn it,
and I’ll be damned if I abort mission…so
(Hook)
If you a real nigga, put your hands up high,
hands up high, hands up high,
If you a real chick then put your hands up high,
hands up high, hands up high,
niggas steady hating, and I don’t know why,
don’t know why, don’t know why,
bitches steady faking, and I don’t have time,
I don’t have time, don’t have time…
(Chorus)
[(Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony, this life.)
Better get yours, cause I’m gonna get mine,
better stay the course before you run out of time…] (x2)
credits
from Red Fury (with Clint Breeze),
released February 14, 2015
Production: Devin Dabney & Carrington Clinton
Lyrics: Devin Dabney & Richard Ashcroft
Vocals: Devin Dabney
Artwork: Katy John
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