Meant to Be (feat. Gillou)

You don't read what I write

You can only hear it through the mic

And all the countless hours searching lyrics that will bite

Turns into three minutes

This shit better reach new limits

Like a doctor to a patient

Trying to convey information

Better listen when I speak, I got a black-belt pen

And never know of defeat, until it fuckin happens

Other rappers look "petite", when I be coming in

Cause they know that I deliver, again and again

I will not refute of maybe losing track sometimes

But with the work I know the top will be undoubtedly mine

So hey! It's Friday night but I'm on the grind

So I won't come out in the night time

Hit up my friends, switch up the plans

Catch me when I'm on the hotline

Make me pissed and you will regret

One taste of my kiss and never forget

But none of all this

I got to prepare, I feel I'm close to my time

So tell me, who's the best?

Who you think will lead the rest?

Ask me, probably nothing but a motherfuckin pest (yes!)

Yet I'm invested into making something different

But I get no recognition

Even though they're all illiterate

And that's just inconsiderate of my abilities

This is my new job, I got responsibilities

But no apologies

You should never forget to check new ideologies

Yeah, it's important to protect your own economies

Balance the technology with some form of psychology or art

When I do it, it's from the heart

I got to find a way

What I was meant to be

No matter where I go the music follows me

There's something I should know

So that my eyes can see

No matter where I go the music follows me

I got to find a way

What I was meant to be

No matter where I go the music follows me

There's something I should know

So that my eyes can see

No matter where I go the music follows me

Oh oh, hop on it Gilly

Give me some sonic chilly

Show me how you rock after a hit at the chronic

It's Gilly from Philly

With the boy Albuquerque

Finding rhymes really easily

'Till the rap be living in me

And my money come heavily

And my pockets grow massively

So I start stacking mad dough

I let go

Let me switch up the flow

Make it ghetto

Like the bad bitches that I wish for

And the Cuban making my neck sore

But the path to success is not easy yet

Always got to tell yourself to trust and progress

Spoke it with your mind, got to say it with your chest

Always got to distinct yourself from the rest

Hard to do that when your used to live on stress

Waking up at eight thirty, to go to class

Studying for an exam that I might not even pass

Been doing it for four years

How long can I last?

And I ask myself "did I make the right decision?"

Head down, working hard but I still have a vision

Should've followed my dream, make it my vocation

(...)

People want the money, I'm content with the respect

If you think you're getting lucky, stop a minute, reflect

So I'll just keep recording not keep thinking 'bout the hondo

Even though it'd be nice to get mama a condo

But I still have my craft to perfect

I want to have the greats saying "man this kid is coming in next"

Cause I'm that young boy that graduated

Now I look you in your eyes real tough and say "appreciate it" (3000)

Cause I wouldn't have made it

If it wasn't for your CD number nine

Now I'm standing with my microphone and MIDI and I'm trying

And I can hold my own, even when the people are defying

Man please, you don't know me

I've been listening to these tunes since high school

Want to prevent me to be free

And that's not cool

Grown ass man

I make my own damn plans

I'm trying to tell these people, but they don't understand

Sharp like a needle and a touch of a lady's soft hands

So watch me roll

Things falling down just like dominos

Why don't you try to make a song that's not about some hoes

Could've, should've, would've

The truth is you don't care

If you got to bet you put it on me

I am prepared

If you got to bet you put it on us

Baby trust, two is pair

Been struggling to make a buck

But what the fuck do I care