クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MRTZ Poet
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Wiley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rashad Gray
Producer
歌詞
This is Barbara Clu at WJF news
There have been reports of a local rapper caught outside recording content
Will somebody let this man know that he ain't gonna make it
You 30
You from Mobile, Alabama
No, he ain't from Mobile, Alabama
He from the middle of nowhere
You ain't gonna make it
You ain't gonna make it
You ain't gonna make it
You ain't gonna make it
You ain't gonna make it
You 30
You from Mobile, Alabama
No, he ain't from Mobile, Alabama
You ain't gonna make it
Poet just find himself in a noose
Over the breaking news
So tell me just what to do
How can I die before I be breaking through
I'm never gonna get it done, this never can be true
Ooh, the blues clues
The key is to never listen to you
I just gotta get it, gotta get in the groove
Cooking up the recipe, they loving the crew
Like, woah
Boy, what you think you doing out here
You supposed to be a rapper or something
Out here rapping on your little videos
What do you hope to accomplish from this
You think you gonna blow up or something
Never gonna be nothing
Never gonna see nothing
Calling me lucky
And if I get it, it would mean nothing
Cause I'm still a man that would never receive
All of the things that I really wanted to see
God planted to seed
Props to Elohim
So glad that you seen something greater in me
So I conjured up a plan and I'm telling the team
Set, taking everything, what you waiting to see
I have no patience
Taking it all, ain't got time for no basic
Sitting inactive, you trapped in the matrix
Sick of y'all really, shots of your cranium
I have no ceiling, made of titanium
Get out your feelings, get to a million
I learned that motivation for the undisciplined
I guess I'm really him
Guess you really settled for depending then
On the government, on your mother then
Blaming everyone else
For your struggling
You ain't no man
Men that I know getting straight out the mud
All from their blood, all from their tears
Sweat and no love
How can you sit there compare you to us
Boy is you tripping, I know you all fluff
Boy you ain't tough, I had enough
Written by: Jeremy Wiley