Jean Grae
I aint afraid to shine different.. cmon
Devoted life to the dream of lights and fortune and fame
I might just gain the vision, or just might be livin in vain
See in the game its cool strolls and platinum thugs
Stack the cash, drugs and women bubble in crime, trouble in time
I stay humble with mine, had drama for words
Encountered some birds who tried to take the shine
But Im illuminatin like a thousand frozen wrists in the glint of the sun
Worth the Franklin Mint and Wall Street combined into one
They cant see it yet though, different like niggaz sayin petrol
For gas, english metric system, graded on the past
Just tryin to reach yall, no ones at my arms length
Wanna stay in the race but slowly runnin out of breath
They all alike, cant understand, maybe its safest
To play the role and be another glitch in The Matrix
Repetitive flow, embedded in dough
I run the risk of pissin everybody off, but I dont care if you know
Yo Im on the line like white, china, table
Lay it all out for the shit nigga, no, doubt
fck real, Im right, told you the last time man
fck yall, say it
Bring it, lay it all out for the shit nigga, no, doubt
fck real, Im right, told you the last time
Things aint different, say it
Bring it, Im on, now
Jean Grae
Quit for good, too many times, shit maybe I should
But it wont prevent rejection reappearin in life
I even lay the toughest down for you
Paint the ground blood pink for you, only so that you feel me right
Then hear me tight from the ills perhaps
But not a lot of scenes like movie stills are fleein from fiends and caps
I had, thrills and high spills, couple of hot chases
Romance with Jacks, Jills in dirty places
No jail cell been filled and no court cases
But committed murder of flesh, two of my own faces
At best Im, a dime each, not a dozen, never cheap
Fornicated adultery once and now I never cheat
Younger sibling or two, family disfunctional
Problem with bein on time, hardly ever punctual
Punchclocks give me the runs, just not in my blood Akki
Yall flashin guns at me, time to go?Let it be
Jean Grae
See I got these bill collectors, practically at the door chillin
I cant explain to Visa how Im tryin to stack a million
Hustle on the side for chump change, its not big time
I only do it for fries, chicken and wine and hump days
Reality spit, dudes and rap bitches sick of me
And if they right, they still print, Im tryin to do calligraphy
All real, sit up just all night, just thinkin its all wrong
Wont sleep til everythings alright
I made brush fire noise I need four alarm
Three A.M. on the lawn with two kids and one slipper on
Blaze now, your days phase out like old sitcoms
Tryin to save the show by puttin new fckin kids on
Love me or not, respect it for what its worth
Im like a bundle of dough in a knot in a purse under your cot
Undiscovered lines like connectin the dots
Its gonna happen, sooner or later
fck rappin, just givin data