Testo Next Up - S4-E2, Pt. 2 - JBee feat. Mixtape Madness
Testo della canzone Next Up - S4-E2, Pt. 2 (JBee feat. Mixtape Madness), tratta dall'album Next Up - S4-E2
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Yo, ay, look, ay
I thought about quitting and I came back hard, I told bro, I'ma be in the charts
Never really thought I would come this far, I took so many L's in the way
And it took man a minute to better my craft, I was doing up F with the mandem
Now I'm with Meeks with the head of Atlantic shaking hands with the A&R
I swear I couldn't care about the fame or followers, I need me a million funds
And I really deserve that shit, all that time and work, I did on my ones
Needed a friend couldn't find me none huh, you were calling for help
I couldn't say no, I was getting it done but you there in the vibe and the party's turn
I can't dеal with no fake ass love on my crew, no cap, I rathеr be hated
And I'm glad that I never gave up, I stood my ground and patiently waited
If the label ain't talking seven figures, I'm not persuaded
There was times where I was never rated and I'm due to be suttin' on the stages
Feel like I'm trapped in this London city, I just pray that I make it out
I been focusing on getting my pound but this generation only care about clout
When I was flat on my face, in need of a mate, I clearly had no one around
It's funny now man's on top, I just wanna make mumzy proud
I shoulda kicked ball like Rashford but I'm too hard when it comes to the rap
I'm in the booth tryna get me a plaque, cuh bro's OT still serving crack
We ain't never lived no sweet life, I got my codies back like Zack
I ain't buying no watch or chain, If I ain't giving my mumzy racks
Need me a bae that will keep it real, stay with the kid, if I caught me a felony
But I said that I'm DTB, pain in my heart, I'm in need of a remedy
You can get cut right off, no cap, if I don't fuck with your energy
He was hating on the low, my own bredrin turned to a enemy
I hated on the fact that I was doing up F when the rap weren't giving me bread
And them times that I shoulda been studying for my exams, I chose to make money instead
When I was sitting, in times of need, I didn't receive one call or text
She was fucking with me for the clout, that's a reason I hate my ex
Feel like I'm trapped in this London city, I just pray that I make it out
I been focusing on getting my pound but this generation only care about clout
When I was flat on my face, in need of a mate, I clearly had no one around
It's funny now man's on top, I just wanna make mumzy proud
Feel like I'm trapped in this London city, I just pray that I make it out
I been focusing on getting my pound but this generation only care about clout
When I was flat on my face, in need of a mate, I clearly had no one around
It's funny now man's on top, I just wanna make mumzy proud
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Writer(s): Frederick Arthur Poole, Demar Rose-brown, Javay Fulton
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