
Never Gonna Make It Greenhouse (Ft. Nina D & Zero Star)
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[Chorus: Nina D & ?]
They said we’re never gon’ make it
They said we’ll never go far
We said we’re ‘bout to take it, aiming into the stars
They said we’re never gon’ make it
They said we’ll never go far
We said we’re ‘bout to take it, aiming into the stars
[Verse 1: Blueprint]
Tell the truth I never cared about rap as a young ‘un
A youth, I was in church with the fam on a Sunday
No loot, everything that we had was a struggle
Now you can understand why I have to be something
My dude got me into freestyling in college
Pay dues by going anywhere to battle for nothing
Made moves, met a lot of cool cats on the humble
So cool that even now it’s like these cats is my brothers
The door was closed, but we cracking it open
Some tours, made some money then come back to Columbus
I’m sure I’m reppin’ hard but some cats is still frontin’
They snore, sleepin’ on me like a mattress or something
I’m pissed that we even gotta have this discussion
You diss, actin' like somebody handed me something
Insist on coming at me like a crab in a bucket
But it’s only because you never happy ‘bout nothing
So move along
They said we’re never gon’ make it
They said we’ll never go far
We said we’re ‘bout to take it, aiming into the stars
They said we’re never gon’ make it
They said we’ll never go far
We said we’re ‘bout to take it, aiming into the stars
[Verse 1: Blueprint]
Tell the truth I never cared about rap as a young ‘un
A youth, I was in church with the fam on a Sunday
No loot, everything that we had was a struggle
Now you can understand why I have to be something
My dude got me into freestyling in college
Pay dues by going anywhere to battle for nothing
Made moves, met a lot of cool cats on the humble
So cool that even now it’s like these cats is my brothers
The door was closed, but we cracking it open
Some tours, made some money then come back to Columbus
I’m sure I’m reppin’ hard but some cats is still frontin’
They snore, sleepin’ on me like a mattress or something
I’m pissed that we even gotta have this discussion
You diss, actin' like somebody handed me something
Insist on coming at me like a crab in a bucket
But it’s only because you never happy ‘bout nothing
So move along
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