Testo Understand Me - Classik
Testo della canzone Understand Me (Classik), tratta dall'album Made, Vol. 18: First Class
Yah, God, God, God, God
I do this for my niggas locked down in the prisons
For just tryna make a livin'
This is for the ones comin' home on parole
Tryna adjust to normal 'cause jail is all they know
For the ones gangbangin' in these streets
Comin' from a broken home, tryna find a little peace
I ain't rappin' for no money, man, I'm on a different mission
I do this 'til I reach the top position
I hope they understand me
I pray they understand me
I hope they understand me
I pray they understand me
But even if they don't, fuck 'em anyway
You see, my family comes first, recognition comes second
If you think it's about bein' thug, you missin' the message
I sold this, I shot that, this shit is depressin'
They call me Young Class, now let me give 'em a lesson
You did it, you did it, you done it, you done it
No need to speak on it 'cause the real
Is gon' recognize if you frontin'
If you was or you wasn't, came from nothin' to somethin'
Look a man in his eyes, you can always tell when he's bluffin'
Not only did I speak this, I dreamed this, inside my mind, I live it
Progress these thoughts so vivid, they leave you speechless
The best offenses are even better defenses
Take a piece of your soul, so ladies, watch who you sleep with
They build the stores in your hood, the pimps and whores in your hood
They already got money, but look, it's more in your hood
And when you ask questions, they say it's more for your good
Well, I'm a grown ass man, I wish a motherfucker would, nigga, please
I do this for my niggas locked down in the prisons
For just tryna make a livin'
This is for the ones comin' home on parole
Tryna adjust to normal 'cause jail is all they know
For the ones gangbangin' in these streets
Comin' from a broken home, tryna find a little peace
I ain't rappin' for no money, man, I'm on a different mission
I do this 'til I reach the top position
I hope they understand me
I pray they understand me
I hope they understand me
I pray they understand me
But even if they don't, fuck 'em anyway
What would you do if your mom was strung out? (Strung out)
Strung out (Strung out)
What would you do if your pops was gone? (Gone, gone, gone, gone)
And your childhood was goin' down one
Route (One route, one route, one route)
And it feels like you livin' all alone (Lone, lone, lone, lone)
Can you relate to what I'm sayin' or to what I'm feelin'?
They try to box us in, but I say fuck the ceilings
They let us get them thousands, they let us touch them millions
But how many of my color gon' touch a billion?
The real is back, concealed with facts
I'm only spittin' truth, I hope you feelin' that
Five percent of these rappers is real, the rest is wack
You can't be so-so with your bars unless your name Da Black
Said the F is for phenomenal, but ain't no F in that
And look, I ain't sayin' you gotta know how to spell to rap
But if you gon' ask me to buy your album, that's a selfish act
If you can't even spell what you sell, nigga, the real is back
I do this for my niggas locked down in the prisons
For just tryna make a livin'
This is for the ones comin' home on parole
Tryna adjust to normal 'cause jail is all they know
For the ones gangbangin' in these streets
Comin' from a broken home, tryna find a little peace
I ain't rappin' for no money, man, I'm on a different mission
I do this 'til I reach the top position
I hope they understand me
I pray they understand me
I hope they understand me
I pray they understand me
But even if they don't, fuck 'em anyway
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan A. Slott, James J. Henderson, John C. Jr. Hunter
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