Rambro the Bexgawd - Foreva Faded Lyrics

I think at the end of the day
As long as you
When you separate the two
You not making music with business in mind
Because at some point it has to be real when you touch it
When they listen to it
You know
Something has to resonate with them that's real
As long as You
When your in the studio your an artist
You make music and after you finish
You market it to the world
I don't think anything is wrong with that
In fact I know it's nothing wrong with that
I chose to stay to myself and niggas hate me for it
I never been a pussy my nigga
So why you take me for it
Niggas hate on my craft and then they pay me for it
It's funny cause I'm spending up cash they paid the day before
I put the city on
How you think you know these niggas
Never speak down on my name
I'm from the streets
I live my life like it's chess
You just a pawn
You try to turn into King
I could make a list of nice niggas who never made it
To make it is just a frame of mind
Don't get baited into wasting time
You stand in line
Waiting to sign
You think it's all worth it
It's still a grind
You niggas is blind
Wait till it all surface
I never claim to know it all but I saw it all
Why I gotta show it all
I never got the law involved
Look me in my face before your face I have to blow it off
Learn to know your place
It's not a race
These niggas showin off
I'm tryna hold em off because I know it cost
I got some investors but niggas so involved with street shit
It's hard to digest it
Why would I risk it when I been a ticket
Give em some leverage
So they could take it all away
It's no receipts for this message
Cause niggas listen wit they eyes
Bitches talking with their earlobes
You walking wit a Gawd
In the field just like a scarecrow
She say I'm weird though
But not to brag
It's niggas gettin to the bag
And then it's niggas gettin bagged
You could take my war stories and glorify em like being broke was optional
It's possible
You was poor but you don't endure the obstacles
Sleeping on Adam's floor
Made a daughter
I got a lot to lose
Cause I have a pot to piss in till he gave me a pot to use
I ain't into poppin blues
I just started rocking jewels
I just started stacking checks
When they hate me
I'm at my best
You can't spell skill wit numbers
These niggas alphabets
You can't replace the real wit the hunger
You gotta scout the vets
See content it come wit experience
Not experiments
So give ya mouth a rest
You be talking at the wrong times
So packs like Spearmint
Don't tell me it don't coincide
When I chewed up the block and never bubbled big
Been a troubled kid since my early years
Got dropped as a baby
My pops shipped and I ain't talking the navy
I copped shit wit all that bread that you gave me
You wasn't there but Andrew Jackson still raised me
My aunt was there
Ain't have no kids so she played me
But that's the past
So what my future hold is glorious
No Super Bowl
We warriors
We shoot for gold
Notorious
No movie role
I got it scripted
It's encrypted
Niggas thinking so simplistic
It's kinda hard to show me different