I got something I wanna tell youI got something I wanna tell youYeahDust off the old notebookWhere a younger Jermaine Lamarr wrote hooksTo get a glimpse at what his hopesLooked like back in his younger yearsAnd found a page stainedWith what seems to be a hundred tearsAs the smeared words spoke of his blunted fearsTellin' him "Persevere through it allGo hard, like Medusa in front of mirrorsTo reach the top", so unaware that the troublе's thereWe'rе nothing more than a worser version of troubles whereHe sat when he wrote, he's performin' hocus pocusWith empty pocketFocus over some dope lil' beat he made his selfAll the pain in his cadence feltAnd though his heart was made of felt, his exterior hardenedTo present a demeanor in which this period taught himWas the best for survivalTo deflect the most aggressive of rivalsA testament to the lessons I followSeen the death of bravadoThe second weapons hit his chest with a hollowPride is a bitter pill indeed, but it's best if you swallowIf not, your homies gon' pay respect with a bottlePoured that out on the flesh of this Mother EarthWhile liquor slithers like a serpent across the mudAnd dirt to go rest in a potholeMoney coming soon, back then, was obsessed with the mottoMe and my dawgs was like the MusketeersThrough the years, we stayed connectedTo this day we still steppin' legatoSubconsciously protecting these niggasThink I'm lesser for my complexionBefore I'm done, they all gon' respect the mulattoYeahSaid they all gon' respect the mulatto(Oh, I) I got something I wanna tell youDreams can come true, you'll get yours tooBut it won't save (Yeah)I got something I wanna tell you(I got something I wanna tell you)Dreams can come true (Oh-ohh) , you'll get yours tooBut it won't saveMe and youYour momma and your cousin, tooRolling through the 'Ville on VoguesComing up, slamming Cadillac doorsMe and youYour momma and your cousin, tooRolling through the 'Ville on VoguesComing up, slamming Cadillac doors (Coming up, coming up)My darkest truths be hard to say to friendsFuck it, pass the bottleWe're swallowing hopes that can wash away the sinsGrew up amongst the lost and wasn't taught a way to winOn days I think of James, my hardened heart breaks againHe caught the fade but pussy niggas caught him later, thenMedics performed a CPR and hauled away his limbsIt always haunted me inside my thoughts and made 'em grimHis father knew my father way back whenArmy buddies that used to party hardOverseas but through the alcoholThe weed and plus the hardy-har's, they made him kinWho knew their future kids would have to find a way to swimIn the wild, with crocodile and alligator skins?They took a good niggaSmart kid who could hoop, who could fightInstead, I wish the Lord had taken themIf Darwinism states only the stronger make it, thenWhy am I here when I don't feel that I'm as great as him?If Pac is Jesus, then I ride around and play the hymnsLife goes on, even in this modern day ofAlgorithm-moderated, streaming-service-automated blendsI play the classics often, and I've gotta say there's gemsThis life is like it's all set up for God to play The SimsYeah, I got rich, but think I need a smarter way to cleanseIf money gives happinessThen please explain the rich bastards with no peaceHow come they never bought their way to zen?Hmm, how come they never bought their way to zen?If it's–if it's that simple, yeah(Oh, I) I got something I wanna tell youDreams can come true, you'll get yours tooBut it won't save (Yeah)I got something I wanna tell you(I got something I wanna tell you)Dreams can come true (Oh-ohh) , you'll get yours tooBut it won't saveMe and youYour momma and your cousin, tooRolling through the 'Ville on VoguesComing up, slamming Cadillac doorsMe and youYour momma and your cousin, tooRolling through the 'Ville on VoguesComing up, slamming Cadillac doors
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I got something I wanna tell you
I got something I wanna tell you
Yeah
Dust off the old notebook
Where a younger Jermaine Lamarr wrote hooks
To get a glimpse at what his hopes
Looked like back in his younger years
And found a page stained
With what seems to be a hundred tears
As the smeared words spoke of his blunted fears
Tellin' him "Persevere through it all
Go hard, like Medusa in front of mirrors
To reach the top", so unaware that the troublе's there
We'rе nothing more than a worser version of troubles where
He sat when he wrote, he's performin' hocus pocus
With empty pocket
Focus over some dope lil' beat he made his self
All the pain in his cadence felt
And though his heart was made of felt, his exterior hardened
To present a demeanor in which this period taught him
Was the best for survival
To deflect the most aggressive of rivals
A testament to the lessons I follow
Seen the death of bravado
The second weapons hit his chest with a hollow
Pride is a bitter pill indeed, but it's best if you swallow
If not, your homies gon' pay respect with a bottle
Poured that out on the flesh of this Mother Earth
While liquor slithers like a serpent across the mud
And dirt to go rest in a pothole
Money coming soon, back then, was obsessed with the motto
Me and my dawgs was like the Musketeers
Through the years, we stayed connected
To this day we still steppin' legato
Subconsciously protecting these niggas
Think I'm lesser for my complexion
Before I'm done, they all gon' respect the mulatto
Yeah
Said they all gon' respect the mulatto
(Oh, I) I got something I wanna tell you
Dreams can come true, you'll get yours too
But it won't save (Yeah)
I got something I wanna tell you
(I got something I wanna tell you)
Dreams can come true (Oh-ohh) , you'll get yours too
But it won't save
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin, too
Rolling through the 'Ville on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin, too
Rolling through the 'Ville on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors (Coming up, coming up)
My darkest truths be hard to say to friends
Fuck it, pass the bottle
We're swallowing hopes that can wash away the sins
Grew up amongst the lost and wasn't taught a way to win
On days I think of James, my hardened heart breaks again
He caught the fade but pussy niggas caught him later, then
Medics performed a CPR and hauled away his limbs
It always haunted me inside my thoughts and made 'em grim
His father knew my father way back when
Army buddies that used to party hard
Overseas but through the alcohol
The weed and plus the hardy-har's, they made him kin
Who knew their future kids would have to find a way to swim
In the wild, with crocodile and alligator skins?
They took a good nigga
Smart kid who could hoop, who could fight
Instead, I wish the Lord had taken them
If Darwinism states only the stronger make it, then
Why am I here when I don't feel that I'm as great as him?
If Pac is Jesus, then I ride around and play the hymns
Life goes on, even in this modern day of
Algorithm-moderated, streaming-service-automated blends
I play the classics often, and I've gotta say there's gems
This life is like it's all set up for God to play The Sims
Yeah, I got rich, but think I need a smarter way to cleanse
If money gives happiness
Then please explain the rich bastards with no peace
How come they never bought their way to zen?
Hmm, how come they never bought their way to zen?
If it's–if it's that simple, yeah
(Oh, I) I got something I wanna tell you
Dreams can come true, you'll get yours too
But it won't save (Yeah)
I got something I wanna tell you
(I got something I wanna tell you)
Dreams can come true (Oh-ohh) , you'll get yours too
But it won't save
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin, too
Rolling through the 'Ville on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin, too
Rolling through the 'Ville on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
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