Testo I Ain't Done Yet - Classik
Testo della canzone I Ain't Done Yet (Classik), tratta dall'album Made, Vol. 16
Yo, one time
Fuck the one time
I ain't never ran, never will, nigga, I ain't done yet
Are we havin' fun yet?
Gotta keep my hand on the steel, nigga, I ain't gon' let
A nigga come for my neck
Now I ain't done yet
I ain't done yet
Nah, I ain't done yet
Nigga, I ain't done yet
Yo, I'm just one of the realest, speak my name out and feel it
Niggas treat my style like they Europeans and steal it
'Cause they know that it's raw
My thought's supreme, brain reigns over the law
Who fuckin' over the god?
I put a million, ain't nobody out there up for the job
C-L-A-double S-I-K trouble
I'ma stay on long as I stay humble
I'll be rappin' 'til I'm sixty like Beyoncé's husband
Beyond that, I gotta live beyond rap
Puttin' crack on the corner like Dion's back
Heavenly hells we livin', money's the only decision
Choose with precision and vision or be the only one missin'
Look, nigga, I don't need permission
Niggas must be number-blind 'cause they don't see the vision
I don't fake raps, I make raps based on straight facts
Make racks and eat elegant dinners on placemats
I ain't never ran, never will, nigga, I ain't done yet
Are we havin' fun yet?
Gotta keep my hand on the steel, nigga, I ain't gon' let
A nigga come for my neck
Now I ain't done yet
I ain't done yet
Nah, I ain't done yet
Nigga, I ain't done yet
Yo, back from the dead, they fearin' the god spirit
Bang my music loud, my nigga, let God hear it
'Cause ain't nobody ever do it quite like I did it
Get Kweli up on the phone and tell him, "Ty, live it"
Don't ever for one second think that I'ma easy score up on the way
Like Ja Rule and Bobby Brown, that's a horrible mistake
Yeah, I had enough to eat, but I need more up on my plate
And steer clear of the ones that say they loyal, but they fake
Now who remembers Amistad?
Who gon' be down when it's time to ride?
Pardon me while I live my life
Go against the god and that's a motherfuckin' homicide
RIP to Phife Dawg
Turn these fake-ass rappers' mics off
What you call sick, I call a slight cough
And I don't want none of your germs, go grab the Lysol
I ain't never ran, never will, nigga, I ain't done yet
Are we havin' fun yet?
Gotta keep my hand on the steel, nigga, I ain't gon' let
A nigga come for my neck
Now I ain't done yet
I ain't done yet
Nah, I ain't done yet
Nigga, I ain't done yet
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Writer(s): Meredith Willson
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