Fin
Quelle: Spotify
Roll the credits, the movie's over. (Yeah)
Yeah, and they said slow down for a minute but
I said no rest 'till the finish so
The said why you all about winnin'?
I said because odds were so stacked against us
That it went down and now I'm playin' with house money.
The same label that owes Mos Def money owns us.
We knew it goin' in. So what? Gotta see it from within.
Met a lot of people, shook a lot of hands
Can't lie, kinda did it for the fans.
Even more, did it for the fam.
Now I do it for the ownership of land.
I ain't talkin' about a real a estate, man,
I'm talkin' bout war, (? grary irreformed?)
Why Ma I still call her back home
Even though we been up in this bitch so long
Oo, I meant to say beast, my apologies
Any teacher suspended for the song,
And anybody that I never meant harm,
Anyone offended, you are all welcome
You have born witness to a whole chapter.
Don't get it now, you will understand after.
(Chorus)
Ain't no America left, it's all fragments.
Ain't no verses left it's all ad libs.
Ain't no A's and B's, you all average.
C this D? Get F'd if ya'll askin'.
Grades don't matter inside my classes
I gotta go back, finish what I had to stop
When I took that risk on a rap
Right when that last cat pissed on a rack
Went half with my lady on a lab
I was wavin' that A, B flag
Still do but I'm all grown up now.
G-O not OG but somehow
Young bloods now address me as that
I'm either gettin' old maybe gettin' more respect
Or a little bit of both, never lettin' go with a little hours left
Until I'm out of breath and never let her rest
Do it 'till the death, still got love for the Greenwood and West
Roll credits, though my credit is a mess.
Yeah, I know, Pops said it best.
You don't believe it? It don't matter
Please let it breathe, so asthmatic.
You have born witness to a whole chapter
Don't get it now, you will understand after.
(Chorus)
Ain't no America left, it's all fragments.
Ain't no verses left it's all ad libs.
Ain't no A's and B's, you all average.
C this D? Get F'd if ya'll askin'.
Grades don't matter inside my classes
I gotta go back, finish what I had
So I did this, then I did that
And this is how I felt so fuck that.
No rest for the metro bus stat
Now I'm goin' back to school ya'll, fuck rap.
I said I'm goin' back to school ya'll, fuck rap.
And there's no room left on this nut sack.
You dub in this bitch, yeah I said that.
You dub in this bitch, you dub in this bitch.
Then I did this, and I did this.
And I kept one foot inside a business
But never did I think I'd outlive this
With a pimp strut, and a shit list.
Just kidding, I don't really got a shit list
Just lists of the shits I neglected
No, nothin' in life but the best shit.
Don't quote me boy, 'cause I said shit.
You've witnessed a whole chapter,
But don't get it now, you will understand after.
(Chorus)
Ain't no America left, it's all fragments.
Ain't no verses left it's all ad libs.
Ain't no A's and B's, you all average.
C this D? Get F'd if ya'll askin'.
Grades don't matter inside my classes
I gotta go back
I gotta go back (Hey!)
Oh, yo!
I gotta go back. (Ah)
(You dub in this bitch)
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