[Intro]
Quincy Jones once told me
The music industry is not a 50 yard dash
It’s global gumbo - and that’s a marathon
Are you ready to finish what you started?
[Verse 1]
Little burns on my back, I’m back from Hell’s fire
Little games, you say the devil’s alive
Anything we can conquer, Olympians
I’m on my second wind running like a Jamaican
I went from dreads to a bald cut
Took the flu shot, still caught the rap bug
Closest they got to me falling was on Dave Chappelle's show
When Dylan was chocking the legend
And what an impression I leave on your girlfriend
Not physically, but it’s my voice that she’s hearing
She like that, aye, sing along - she know the words to every song
Aye, she call me Don Dada - her favorite movie Top Shotter
She love when I speak Creole, what up, Cleo?
Me and colleagues go back with Buttafuoco
[Hook]
Early in morning, you still wake up
Brush my teeth and hit the block up
Hustle hard is what I’m made of
Some cut coke, I cut that guitar up
We keeps many cars with the big rims
Big mansions with Rottweilers fenced in
Some did anything just to get there
Some see fame and some saw the prison
Some see fame and some see the prison
Some see fame and some see the prison
Quincy Jones once told me
The music industry is not a 50 yard dash
It’s global gumbo - and that’s a marathon
Are you ready to finish what you started?
[Verse 1]
Little burns on my back, I’m back from Hell’s fire
Little games, you say the devil’s alive
Anything we can conquer, Olympians
I’m on my second wind running like a Jamaican
I went from dreads to a bald cut
Took the flu shot, still caught the rap bug
Closest they got to me falling was on Dave Chappelle's show
When Dylan was chocking the legend
And what an impression I leave on your girlfriend
Not physically, but it’s my voice that she’s hearing
She like that, aye, sing along - she know the words to every song
Aye, she call me Don Dada - her favorite movie Top Shotter
She love when I speak Creole, what up, Cleo?
Me and colleagues go back with Buttafuoco
[Hook]
Early in morning, you still wake up
Brush my teeth and hit the block up
Hustle hard is what I’m made of
Some cut coke, I cut that guitar up
We keeps many cars with the big rims
Big mansions with Rottweilers fenced in
Some did anything just to get there
Some see fame and some saw the prison
Some see fame and some see the prison
Some see fame and some see the prison
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