Текст, перевод и аккорды “Stay Up”
- feat. Kira [Cormega] I went to catchin' cases to buyin' cases of Don flyin' places From metal bracelets, to diamond bracelets From ghetto pavements, to hotter ways with My own private acre, I'm movin' up like the Jeffersons Drivin' spaceships, like the Jetsons, my mic conseption is deep Like my conseption, my life was tested, numerous times Like Judas, the father's rudest child Only a winner could lose with a smile, refusin' to bow Even the critics of Cormega, enthusiast now As well the SL-5, watch how the roof come down When Sammy come through, you know how the crew get down We no longer have to move bricks now Rainy days are brighter when the jewels are out And we only dealin' with people, showin' true love now Dedicate to every one who grew up hard Sky's the limit, reach for the stars [Chorus: Kira] I had to let it go, I had to let it start a change It ain't, the same no more, no more, no it ain't Harder times has gone away, say goodbye to heartaches Livin' in the ghetto... livin' in the ghetto [Cormega] I got a daughter to raise, I thought that the game was honorable Til Porter was slain, when Magic and Jordan were playin' Ballers were famous, they aura made us, hug corners daily Similar to the fiends we serve daily No more sleepin', my eyes, son, I see the world clearly Whether the projects depths, or the seed of a six series As I breeze through the city, rockin' Annie Vezel and Pennies I realize people who feel me, are the reason, I mean it sincerely I can never lose the love of the streets, that endeared me Throughout my adoloscent years, slingin' packs daily Reminiscin' people who cash yearly While starin' at pictures, wishin' they was here with me Like my mans who kept it real with me We been through hard times, now we sittin' in hard rides We ain't hard to find, we either At the crab, going hard in Live Or on the block, chillin' right outside [Chorus] [Cormega] Sometimes I sit inside my residence, and I just think Of my life, and the situations I might face Ain't too many real niggaz, is my kind extinct? I'm alive, yet a part of me, died with Spank I'm still in the game, relentless when my pen hits The paper with a vengeance, the essence of the ghetto I live it, the realness, straight out the street Alotta schemes were laid down, children were leavin' playgrounds Cuz dealer squeeze a tre' pound, uh No m.c. could get in my area Lyrically, few will ever meet the criteria I'm clearly a superior breed, like a terriar Right here in the streets, where rappers scared to come [Chorus]
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