CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Goya
Brasstracks, what’s poppin!
Chase happiness, not a dollar
If you happen to get rich along the way, Congratulations Synonyms of Strength
Free everyone that’s still locked up
In their minds, in their pasts and other people’s expectations
Rhyme luxurious, furious, ostentatious
I stepped into the club radiant, with no bracelets
It’s 2020, how you still a racist? We identical
I seen rent kill more rap dreams than the radio
Weave the bright, short-lived moments close like a seamstress
Disregard the other 23 like you ain’t seen stress
Looked at my reflection, see no neglect, see no defect
Looked into my future, I see genius, I see Jesus
I am inside-out fitted cap Jigga and ya’ll Jigglypuffs
The jig is up
NCINC a classic album, no riddle
They compare me to GOAT’s and I still ain’t did enough
If I’m not the best rapper, I’m the best at never giving up
My friend turned $500,000 down on some cool sh*t
Gentrifiers visiting my street like a school trip
Say you want the album, when it comes out, hope you prove it
Jail time turned my Blood homie to Confucius
You can’t be the man, you don’t spend time with your fam
Fortune teller saw the world within my hands
Back when all I had was some Goya out the can
Back when I had more procrastination than the plan, damn
Chase happiness, not a dollar
If you happen to get rich along the way, Congratulations Synonyms of Strength
Free everyone that’s still locked up
In their minds, in their pasts and other people’s expectations
Rhyme luxurious, furious, ostentatious
I stepped into the club radiant, with no bracelets
It’s 2020, how you still a racist? We identical
I seen rent kill more rap dreams than the radio
Weave the bright, short-lived moments close like a seamstress
Disregard the other 23 like you ain’t seen stress
Looked at my reflection, see no neglect, see no defect
Looked into my future, I see genius, I see Jesus
I am inside-out fitted cap Jigga and ya’ll Jigglypuffs
The jig is up
NCINC a classic album, no riddle
They compare me to GOAT’s and I still ain’t did enough
If I’m not the best rapper, I’m the best at never giving up
My friend turned $500,000 down on some cool sh*t
Gentrifiers visiting my street like a school trip
Say you want the album, when it comes out, hope you prove it
Jail time turned my Blood homie to Confucius
You can’t be the man, you don’t spend time with your fam
Fortune teller saw the world within my hands
Back when all I had was some Goya out the can
Back when I had more procrastination than the plan, damn
