LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWanna Be Heard
It's like I don't think you fully understand who I am, y'know?I'm just a good kid from compton that wanna rapI don't represent no colorsI represent my lil' sisters and brothersI'm the oldest, niggaAnd if you can't respect thatYour whole perspective is wackCheck it outI used to wanna rap like jay-zUntil I finally realised that jay wasn't meI took my time to jot down every line that's a quotableCritics say I don't be killing this shit but I know I doBecause I used to practiceearly morning and then after schoolI'm working on my hooks my nigga, I ain't tryna battle youBut even if I did, I guarantee I'd overshadow youLike a fucked up taper that turned to bowl cutI'ma close cut to common and gucci maneNow that's a comparisonthat you probably wouldn't understandBecause I can touch the people and still keep it ghettoAs an '87 regal with the tree air fresheneron the rearview mirrorI wear a heart on my shoulder'Member when we usedto make the boost look like motorola?Your cousin fucked up your room every time he came overThen went to jail when we got olderThat shit is a bad odor, but still I remain focussedIn due time, I'll be able to swipe my cardand it won't say declineThat shit's embarrassing huhHope no one pay you no mindBut it's a bad bitch behind you while you standing in lineCan you relate to my story? Can you follow my dreamsAnd admirations that I had ever since I was thirteen?My momma believed in meshe let me use her van to go to the studioEven though she know her tank is emptythat's who I do it fo'My pops got a different approach, yeah he believedBut he always questioned when I'ma drop my debut cdHow long this gon' take nigga? You still haven't ate niggaAt twenty-two I had two cars and my own place niggaIt's a sacrifice I try to tell himThat's when he turn to bet and tell me that he jealousOf all these niggas getting moneyand their shit don't sound like shitI ate tryna kill your confidence or forcing you to quitI just wanna hear you heardYep, yep, that's my wordMake a statement with these nouns and verbsI represent the liquor that's poured out on the curbListen to my nouns and verbs (man I wanna be heard)Like a cattle with sheepWhile y'all sleep I re-up, cooking up all dayLike a mad scientist in that laboratoryMotherfuck what a critic got to say, I'ma be heardWhat up dasan? I ain't forgot niggaYou developed me, telling me I was hot niggaYou believed in me first, that's what's for sureAt the church recording, at the garage, but it workedBut me and dave kind of felt you lost the passionA lot was going on in your life and you needed spaceBut still I should have cameto you first to tell you what happenedBut I was seventeen and figured it's best I stay awayAnd I wrong, I was youngand couldn't look you in the eye for what I'd doneBut I'm telling you we ain't doneMatter of fact, how's your sons? What they up to?Remember they used to run awaywhile you had worked on protools?People I used to be in the booth till four in the morningWith school in the morning, yawning, but I was on itMe, you and dave was on itBuzzing like charlotte hornets when that tape droppedWhere them beats nigga?It's been five years since we had rockedTime to be heardYep, yep, that's my wordMake a statement with these nouns and verbsI represent the liquor that's poured out on the curbListen to my nouns and verbs (man I wanna be heard)Like a cattle with sheepWhile y'all sleep I re-up, cooking up all dayLike a mad scientist in that laboratoryMotherfuck what a critic got to say, I'ma be heardSo can you feel it?When you hear it do it pulsate your spirit?Does it make you wanna say motherfuck a gimmick?The truth can set you free if you do the right thingWord to spike lee, don't he look like sounwave?That's kinda random, but my humor sometimes strayslike a dog in the nightTwenty-four hours in a day but only take five minutesTo grab a pad and a pen, then send your dog a kiteI spread love like a hippy, but I'm a (black) oneWith Jesus christ passion, I swear on the bibleTabernacle to all my rivals, I ain't madYou hate a nigga for tryna help you, that's your badBecause I figure I can make a way with these stanzasI probably can't heal cancer, but I can heal the cityMy niggas, tell me you with meAnd if you is won't you pop my cd inOpen up your trunk, then let it bump, so I can be heardYeah, uh huhYep, yep, that's my wordMake a statement with these nouns and verbsI represent the liquor that's poured out on the curbListen to my nouns and verbs (man I wanna be heard)Like a cattle with sheepWhile y'all sleep I re-up, cooking up all dayLike a mad scientist in that laboratoryMotherfuck what a critic got to say, I'ma be heardD-dave, what up nigga?Matt jeezy
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