Testo Mislead - Kidd Kidd
Testo della canzone Mislead (Kidd Kidd), tratta dall'album 2014 Mazant Street
I told my son don't you be a follower, be a leader
The devil behind you trynna mislead you
When your telling them you're gonna make it, they don't, believe you
And when you run out of paper they gonna leave you
But when you come up all these bitches catch amnesia
Don't judge a book by the cover, go be a reader
See everybody shining for the wrong reasons
You don't need diamonds for them to see you
Share me your pain as I pour out my soul
Give me your heart, I'll treasure it like it's gold
Ain't no actor but I'm playing my role
Like a tractor cutting them down as I roll
I've been poppin' since 2004
Squad mixtapes was dropping, I was out on the road
Came back, I was still selling rocks at the store
Saying it was rap money, couldn't let nobody know
Too ashamed to say I wasn't getting paid
Cause my dawgs would be like what the fuck nigga, you with Lil Wayne
Guess he playing you because Baby did him the same
But I seen the bigger picture in a much larger frame
Nobody know the face but nigga knew the name
Before I was Kidd Kidd, it was Peanut fame
That's how I was introduced to this rap game
When people started comparing us, that's when shit changed
Started looking at me like competition
How you pissing when I'm the one with no pot to piss in
Fast forward to '09, there was no Squad
We dropped Mrs. Officer, felt like old times
Hurricane hit, my people stranded in the Eight
You left me out the video, yeah I felt played
I guess I'm wrong
I tried to hit you on the phone, you ain't get on
This ain't a diss song
Just what the people wanted from me
For everybody asking why I ain't with Young Money
Told my son don't be a follower, be a leader
The devil behind you trying to mislead you
Tell em you gonna make it, they don't believe ya
And when all the paper gone they gonna leave you
But when you come up all these bitches get amnesia
Don't judge a book by the cover, go be a reader
Give me your pain and l pour out my soul
Share me your heart, I'll treasure it like it's gold
50 came a couple years ago
Had the whole city thinking that I was gon' blow
After getting shot up, took a worldwide tour
How could not go and tell my mama that I was still broke
I was on Power season two, episode four
Had my son there with me cheering me on go
I performed ejected with Lil Wayne
The budget you said you had for it never came
But I wasn't tripping cause shit was real
Got locked up for XXL, you paid the bail
Found out I had to pay you back like oh well
God damn, fifty grand, you a whole millionaire
I could pay you out of my own pocket, I'm a hustler
You ain't 'bout to do me like Yayo and Young Buck and em
We did two EPs and I wasn't paid for it
Just being with the Unit, I was grateful for it
But I can't ignore it
I saw what was going on
Guess I gotta do shit up on my own
Hot 97 freestyle, Flex dropped the bomb
Cosmic Kev freestyle showed I was ready
I dropped Questionable
You ain't even posted my shit
You was too busy being petty
Let me get me, man, you rich already
Shit
Told my son don't be a follower, be a leader
The devil behind you trying to mislead you
When you tell them you make it they don't believe you
And when all the paper gone they gonna leave you
But when you come up all these bitches get amnesia
Don't judge a book by the cover, go be a reader
Give me your pain and I'll pour out my soul
Show me your heart, I'll treasure it like it's gold
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Writer(s): Curtis Stewart
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