Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dostoyevsky, artist - Black Thought. Album song Streams of Thought Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Human Re Sources
Song language: English
Dostoyevsky |
Yeah, the universe let the planets align |
Spent 10k and the card didn’t decline |
Bartender, one Casamigos and lime |
I’m celebrating gracefully, getting better with time |
I ain’t even halfway through this incredible ride |
But like, I’m kind of doing an incredible job |
When I was eighteen living beyond my means |
I was afraid of my dreams, looking at the finer things |
Wishing I could l flip to a microchip from a paper clip |
Upgrade to a spaceship from a basic whip |
Cash rules everything, I just wanted a taste of it |
Fast food hurrying, saving time, not wasting it |
Self-saboteur, speaking it to my paramour |
Torch rappers like I’m igniting the aerosol |
Maintaining the wherewithal that embarrass y’all |
Game-changer, the way I shredded your cabbage off |
Explaining is changing apples to applesauce |
When we were young, innocence was ours, but that was lost |
Where I reside is the dark side of the glory |
The fury I manipulate is the arc of the story |
Written without a ghostwriter to author it for me |
This is crime and punishment, I’m the judge and the jury |
Listen, Dostoyevsky |
I swam with crocs, fished with sharks |
May never pop charts, but I know I’m popular |
I was built to run the game, I came up playing guard |
With young niggas between 5'5″ and 6 foot 4 |
I banked over both, tryna bank over some more |
And ball out in something gorgeous that’ll keep me in court |
Where they’ll judge like y’all does, y’all don’t know me enough |
Y’all still owe us for what all y’all did to the Cold Crush |
To my donuts, I’m shooting J Dillas and what |
I wanna cop when I get loot and recoup |
I had to go through hella doors so in short that’s why I only want two |
But I ain’t got Jay number, I CC 'em the proof |
'Cause everything I pictured in my head has always come true |
They say you need vision to see eye to eye with the Druids |
Spent 25 hundred on sheep skin, let it seep in |
I ain’t turn starboy in a weekend |
It took more like 7 years, make a sane man drink Everclear |
It ain’t ever clear if we ever guaranteed a year |
Fruits of your labor, huh, you work hard to get it |
Jamla stitched on the motherfucking ROC fitted |
Before the big lights it had to start with the scrimmage |
Know that it’d come sooner or later, I’m Trae Young, nigga |
Huh, I’m Trae Young, nigga |
Uh, I said Dostoyevsky meets Joe Pesci |
Tired of staring at a glass half empty |
Turning me from Dr. Sebi to cocking semi |
It got me clutching my machete from the Serengeti already |
Wild Styles and Fab Five Freddy |
I’m a stranger in Moscow, don’t ask how deadly is the ummah |
Patrice Lumumba, Kwame Nkrumah |
To the Tripoli shores from the halls of Montezuma |
Stop intruder, I’m built on facts, I’m not your rumor |
A malignant tumor, slid through in a suede Puma |
The steady heavy legendary, all praise is overdue |
Same cloth as the chosen few, rap Noble Drew |
I guarantee you know more music by the suckers |
It’s not a victimless crime if anybody suffers |
In a system that was designed for them to try to cuff us |
Well, what’s the use of 'em trying when can’t nobody touch us? |
Unless it’s fabricated, probably drug related |
But love or hate it, I will not be subjugated |
When they screamin' «You the greatest that did it,» what’s underrated? |
As if every other player who spit it was unrelated |
If every man’s a temple, the circumstance is simple |
So to be transcendental, I do enhance the mental |
This is elder statesmen conversation |
Take a look into them books from down in the basement, yeah |