lirik lagu mar$ gram – moment
[verse 1]
all i know is failure, all i know is foes, praying that i make it, that’s what i suppose, rapping till i have a money tree and then it grows, how can i be so hot, but they treat me so cold, just another victim, wasted of potential, i know i’m the sh-t, but they taking my credentials, you know life’s a b-tch, and they make it quintessential, i can wreck you so quick and not pay the incidental, been suspenseful, with the pencil, rapping on monumental instrumentals, having presidential blood up, in my vessels, sentimental is special, detrimental i kick it with the temple, on my level so you better get the menu, i’m on a beat diet, as you can see why, the good die young, i can hear the streets cry, i never fell back, i just made my feet rise, always did it my way, now they asking me why, lord knows, i been sinning my whole life, now tryna get it right, so tired of spending these cold nights, eating nothing, only thing in my stomach was bowl of rice, homie now that you know that, you know that i would know the grind, that’s why all i know is paper, all i know is foes, one day i can make it, that’s what i suppose, rapping till i plant my money tree and then it grows, i was getting so hot, now i’m feeling like a stove, touch me and get burnt, i call it third degree, i’m k!lling every rapper, i’m on a murder spree, they say they want me dead, but ain’t said a word to me, ima leave em bl–dy red, like the color burgundy, ok, now it’s time for me to turn up when i burn up n i serve up if i wreck this and i heard ya talking reckless it’s a murda you can bet it’s on my checklist as a death wish f-ck a burna you can’t fool me with the truth i’m not surjurna f-ck your journal and your compositions, you ain’t got the wit in you to stop the snitching, i been k!lling you dawg you are not my f-cking compet-tion, i look in the mirror and it’s clear i’m in my top condition once i bust my gun you’ll f-cking run and hit the squat position, get your -sses kicked for that wack sh-t that all you b-st-rds spit, rap i mastered it, call me nazareth on some cl-ssic sh-t, and you can bet it’s scary, my musics legendary, so r.i.p to fake n-ggas, get the cemetery, i buried you alive, there’s nothing you can try, i locked you in these bars, hurry up n do the time, yea i made it through the grind, i had to use my mind, i know it took a while, look up now i’m doing fine, that’s why all i know is paper, all i know is foes, praying that i make it, that’s what i suppose, hundred for a verse, nother’ hundred for a show, you ain’t touching on my squad, you ain’t f-cking with the flow
[outro]
ain’t a moment till you make it
it ain’t a moment till you make it
so why these other n-ggas hating
cause they bank is looking vacant
no way they rake in what i’m making
i guess then you ain’t celebrating
cause your musics never playing
so you ain’t selling ratings
i made it into heaven
to bad you know h-ll is waiting
face it you ain’t saying nathan
you ain’t saying nathan
shooters at your place
n doop doop you be levitating..
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