Platinum...
Welcome to the Twenty04.. Welcome to that Twenty04..
Welcome to that Twenty04..
Whippin' in my '07 Honda.. Whippin' in my '07..
Verse 1:
I remember back in '06, used to ride around to old shit
Biggie, Jay, Pac, Nas, banged that Bone Thugs shit
Brothers i grew up with, I call my associates
Hung around the thugs, that moved drugs and even sold shit
I didn't love it but i'm guilty of it too
Food stamps wasn't cutting i was forced to make it through
So me and patna' from back in the day
asked me how much more money can you stack in day?
Cause I'm sick of no rent, no food, nightmares from '02
Papa wasn't round, mama working up at whole foods
Money hungry OD'd, learned to pitch from OG's
Riding on my scooter, after-school to pick up OZs
I chose school, u took a different route
My man he chose the hood and never seemed to make it
He was caught up in the game, product of the pain
Getting accustomed to the change but we was brought all the same
Now I'm writing rhymes while he writes from his cell
I'm sitting here seeing life through his mail
uh, look I'm writing rhymes while he writes from his cell
I'm sitting here seeing life through his mail
And he's tellin' me that I got this..
I tell him that I got this..
Verse 2:
I remember back in 09, I was still up on my same shit
Wayne shit, Ma$e hits, was all up on that playlist
Slum Ville, Little Brother, other motivations
Had me Dropping out of college, graduating to that 'Ye shit
My mama worried sick about the path that I chose
I'm 25 pants saggin, and i'm rapping at shows
I'm out drinking every week instead of stacking up dough
Resembin' pop like features how i'm mackin' at hoes
I'm passionate tho, making sure before the casket is closed
I want million records and go platinum or gold
She told me, Get ya bachelor's, your MBA
Ma, I'm tryna' make money like I'm in the NBA
I used to envy these kids up on MTV Cribs
So I got Lo on that MPC quick,
From Recording in the closet to cashin' out deposits
from my 9 to 5, put into my 5 to 9
Working days around the clock, attitude grind or die
No days off until I sign the dot, I swear to god mama I'm..
The greatest my city has ever see
But for now we'll just agree to disagree
and i tell her that I Got this..
Man I got this..
I got this..
I tell em that I got this..
credits
from TWENTY04,
track released September 2, 2014
Written by: Mike B.
Prod. by: EOM
Mixed by: David "Yungin" Kim
Soulful, funky instrumental hip-hop with deep grooves; producer JD. Reid was "inspired by Madlib," & his fans will find much to love. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 24, 2020