Got a problem better talk about it
But I don't really think you boss about it
Real is real
I was raised to rule
Nobody ain't f*ckin' with me
You got a problem better speak on it
I'm gettin' too high to reach homie
Real is real
I was raised to rule
Nobody ain't f*ckin' with me
Yeah
I'm just a laid back Virgo
Still flippin' Mario Karts on a Nintendo
Still a little kid with his vision out the window
Lookin' at the sky
Dreamin' of better time in Brazil - yeah
'Cause this is more than you
And this is more than me
And this is more than everything
'Cause this is more than you
And this is more than me
And this is more than everything
'Cause this is more than you
And this is more than me
And this is more than everything
'Cause this is more than you
And this is more than me
And this is more than everything
It's harder to see on this road to the top
I would help but I don't know whatchu got
What's a problem?
It's harder to see on this road to the top
I would help but I don't know whatchu got
What's a problem?
I told myself I was better than that
Move forward no peddlin' back
I been through Hell
And Heaven looks better than that
Sick and tired of playin' villain and victim
Now I'm surrounded by affection and healing
You got a problem with it?
Breakin' mirrors - I don't need a reflection
To find my inner self and pave roads in many directions
"You got it, kid, why is you stressin'?"
"Count your blessings"
"Show the people that a kid from the 'Berg has a message"
(I got a message)
Five-tray
Nawfside
Had a couple bros die
RIP Dre and B.G. from the Throwed Mind
I'm layin' low on this goldmine
When little bro outgrow big bro
Ego controls both
(Ain't that the truth)
My pockets got bigger but Pops got sicker
It's gettin' hard to not pop liquor
I see the ledge I could pop that trigger and stop the whole party
But that ain't helpin' nobody
I hope my mother, my brother, sister, daughter, my father
Nieces and nephews and my cousins know that I love 'em
But I'm at a distance
I'm in this world havin' crazy visions
Whoever knew that you could open doors in prisons
I'm out
Miles Monk - Rule Lyrics
Miles Monk - Rule Lyrics
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Got a problem better talk about it
But I don't really think you boss about it
Real is real
I was raised to rule
Nobody ain't f*ckin' with me
You got a problem better speak on it
I'm gettin' too high to reach homie
Real is real
I was raised to rule
Nobody ain't f*ckin' with me
Yeah
I'm just a laid back Virgo
Still flippin' Mario Karts on a Nintendo
Still a little kid with his vision out the window
Lookin' at the sky
Dreamin' of better time in Brazil - yeah
'Cause this is more than you
And this is more than me
And this is more than everything
'Cause this is more than you
And this is more than me
And this is more than everything
'Cause this is more than you
And this is more than me
And this is more than everything
'Cause this is more than you
And this is more than me
And this is more than everything
It's harder to see on this road to the top
I would help but I don't know whatchu got
What's a problem?
It's harder to see on this road to the top
I would help but I don't know whatchu got
What's a problem?
I told myself I was better than that
Move forward no peddlin' back
I been through Hell
And Heaven looks better than that
Sick and tired of playin' villain and victim
Now I'm surrounded by affection and healing
You got a problem with it?
Breakin' mirrors - I don't need a reflection
To find my inner self and pave roads in many directions
"You got it, kid, why is you stressin'?"
"Count your blessings"
"Show the people that a kid from the 'Berg has a message"
(I got a message)
Five-tray
Nawfside
Had a couple bros die
RIP Dre and B.G. from the Throwed Mind
I'm layin' low on this goldmine
When little bro outgrow big bro
Ego controls both
(Ain't that the truth)
My pockets got bigger but Pops got sicker
It's gettin' hard to not pop liquor
I see the ledge I could pop that trigger and stop the whole party
But that ain't helpin' nobody
I hope my mother, my brother, sister, daughter, my father
Nieces and nephews and my cousins know that I love 'em
But I'm at a distance
I'm in this world havin' crazy visions
Whoever knew that you could open doors in prisons
I'm out
But I don't really think you boss about it
Real is real
I was raised to rule
Nobody ain't f*ckin' with me
You got a problem better speak on it
I'm gettin' too high to reach homie
Real is real
I was raised to rule
Nobody ain't f*ckin' with me
Yeah
I'm just a laid back Virgo
Still flippin' Mario Karts on a Nintendo
Still a little kid with his vision out the window
Lookin' at the sky
Dreamin' of better time in Brazil - yeah
'Cause this is more than you
And this is more than me
And this is more than everything
'Cause this is more than you
And this is more than me
And this is more than everything
'Cause this is more than you
And this is more than me
And this is more than everything
'Cause this is more than you
And this is more than me
And this is more than everything
It's harder to see on this road to the top
I would help but I don't know whatchu got
What's a problem?
It's harder to see on this road to the top
I would help but I don't know whatchu got
What's a problem?
I told myself I was better than that
Move forward no peddlin' back
I been through Hell
And Heaven looks better than that
Sick and tired of playin' villain and victim
Now I'm surrounded by affection and healing
You got a problem with it?
Breakin' mirrors - I don't need a reflection
To find my inner self and pave roads in many directions
"You got it, kid, why is you stressin'?"
"Count your blessings"
"Show the people that a kid from the 'Berg has a message"
(I got a message)
Five-tray
Nawfside
Had a couple bros die
RIP Dre and B.G. from the Throwed Mind
I'm layin' low on this goldmine
When little bro outgrow big bro
Ego controls both
(Ain't that the truth)
My pockets got bigger but Pops got sicker
It's gettin' hard to not pop liquor
I see the ledge I could pop that trigger and stop the whole party
But that ain't helpin' nobody
I hope my mother, my brother, sister, daughter, my father
Nieces and nephews and my cousins know that I love 'em
But I'm at a distance
I'm in this world havin' crazy visions
Whoever knew that you could open doors in prisons
I'm out
Writer: Sean Lawson
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