Story Behind The Song
Growing up in the projects presented many obstacles. To come to where I am now is a blessing. This song represents my thought process behind it.
Song Description
Stay true to your own path. Your environment may promote hopelessness but, it doesn't mean you need to succumb to it.
| Song Length |
4:03 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - East Coast |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Sociable, Pleased |
Subject |
General, Encouragement |
| Similar Artists |
J. Cole |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Chorus
Hugging dem blocks? Getting chased by the cops?
Naaaahhhh... This is much gooder..
Ducking them shells? Tryna hold down a cell?
Naaaahhhh... This is much gooder..
But you ain't gotta believe me,
You can look it up on ya P-C..
I'm just saying. Waking, everyday hating?
Naaaaahhhhh... This is much gooder..
Swurving thru the Bean - just me and my team,
My mind always on Methods a Man can make C.R.E.A.M..
Looking sharp with no bling - 20's is so clean,
Soon as I hit the curb - 300 horses on the scene..
Weave my way thru traffic - there go the haters,
("look at that black bastard") - yeah, I know - it's not fair..
It certainly wasn't Magic - how I got here,
No Erving Johnson - no David Blaine - no Copperfield..
If I could rewind - let you see in my mind,
Times I'd grind past 2 - had to be up by 5..
Looking at the clock - like this shit gotta stop,
But how many quitters - you know - make seven figures?
I do it for my niggas - I do it for my dawgs,
I flow like two rivers - when the mic's in my palm..
And I'm just getting warm - let them know the spectacular,
(Wayz)- making waves - spitting that street venacular..
Chorus
Hugging dem blocks? Getting chased by the cops?
Naaaahhhh... This is much gooder.
Ducking them shells? Tryna hold down a cell?
Naaaahhhh... This is much gooder..
But you ain't gotta believe me,
You can look it up on ya P-C..
I'm just saying. Waking, everyday hating?
Naaaaahhhhh... This is much gooder..
I locked down this flow - when I was 10 years old,
Tearing thru microphones like a 10 year pro..
Back when we was poor - roaches running across the floor,
And baseheads would hover by the incinerator door..
Brain dead but relentless - looking for that next hit,
5.0 were BlockBusters before Redbox and Netflix..
Cocaine was a temptress - luring the adventurous,
But I was preoccupied - getting high off a sentence..
Fuck doing a sentence - fuck getting arrested,
Although it's illegal - the way I lean in this Lexus..
I ain't dyslexic - I can read you losers,
I ain't Clark Kent but - I can see thru you douches..
Back to the louvers - the drug alley and cruisers,
The fat shoe laces on faces of suade Pumas..
Went from the Kaluhas - to Gooses and Blue Label,
And Wayz still dropping science like the periodic table..
Chorus
Hugging dem blocks? Getting chased by the cops?
Naaaahhhh... This is much gooder.
Ducking them shells? Tryna hold down a cell?
Naaaahhhh... This is much gooder..
But you ain't gotta believe me,
You can look it up on ya P-C..
I'm just saying. Waking, everyday hating?
Naaaaahhhhh... This is much gooder..
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