lirik lagu cam james - sleep 4 weeks (childish gambino remix)
is anybody out there?
uh
this is real life i’m rappin’ bout, ambitions i’m actin’ out
haters smell it comin’, and hold they breath until they p-ssin’ out
and half the doubt, i’m seein’ is a product of my past
this underdog just whooped yo -ss, i’m on fire bet y’all ain’t laughin’ now
no 9/11 but, they callin ’em when i smack ya mouth
wit controversial language, got pistons that could stack-a-house
my music is life, double figure 8s around these n-ggas
thinkin’ that they compet-tion, and they politely backin’ out
i could easily get up on this microphone and yap about
the money, b-tches… clothes but my conscience would have to bounce
like checks, style is foreign like czechoslovakians
my mission, to make failure impossible like a romney win
they jockeyin’, to get that pole position by local dissin’
hear that p-ssion in my vocals drippin’ like joker lip n’
only got four conditions n-gga, keep calm n respect mine
give it to me straight up and make sure my f-ckin’ checks signed
y’all don’t know my struggle, i’m a product of domestic violence
coincided wit my skin color’s more than enough
to keep that drive burnin’ inside kobe bryant olympic
five rings, honin’ my craft i’m too fly for yo physics wake up
cause all i see is (see is), imitators n kids
they stay backtrackin’ this progress, they on twitter followin’ trends
and i know, you claimin’ yo clique is riders like winona
well mine is stackin’ that paper, this rapper got a diploma and
my president is half black, the other half is kinda white but like barack
this african blowin’ like black, dynamite
find a flight, outta the country i got that coyote ugly
for rappers thinkin’ they can touch me (ha)
y’all brain matter dusty, utilizin’ that autotune to make yo moves
that sh-t is outdated like readin’ that paper for news
i been payin’ my dues, thinkin’ bout that rapper life
lyrically slap you n-ggas, wit lotion like a kappa fight
one day i’mma have a wife, for now i got a ride-or-die
lady wit cl-ss, that hold me down n i ain’t gotta lie
firefly, campin’ out wit n-ggas i would never doubt
shoutout to gambino this instrumental i’m stampin’ out
bodybag, stretchin’ out my lyrics like pilate cl-ss
blessed, catchin’ breaks that could make a maserati drag
i got my feet wet, now i k!ll it off reflex
game losin’ color, i’mma dye it like i eat less
i’m the best, rapper you know that’s college educated
if it wasn’t for my friends n fam i’d a never made it
i became a monster when my parents was separated
seein’ through black n white because my vision desegregated
my music elevated, young kids wit’ a dream to get
outside of they circ-mstance, real sh-t n i plead the fifth
on how i gained this knowledge, shoulda stayed wit vonage
cause my phone calls is long distance, y’all blow hard wit no sinus
this rap sh-t is my p-ssion, got no compet-tion i know of
y’all spittin’ that same sh-t, so y’all lames get no love
hashtag turn up and poppin’ mollys in yo lyrics
that sh-t might work in atlanta, but the world ain’t tryna hear it mannnn
ha… quick break to breathe
back at it…
look, i was born for this, it’s written on my birth certificate
flippin’ syllables and sentences, feelin’ terrific wit terrific wit
goin’ hard for people that i need to reach
wakin’ n-ggas up on the daily, cause y’all been sleep for weeks
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