Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stay Up, artist - Cormega. Album song Legal Hustle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Stay Up |
I went to catchin' cases to buyin' cases of Don flyin' places |
From metal bracelets, to diamond bracelets |
From ghetto pavements, to hotter ways with |
My own private acre, I’m movin' up like the Jeffersons |
Drivin' spaceships, like the Jetsons, my mic |
Conseption is deep |
Like my conseption, my life was tested, numerous times |
Like Judas, the father’s rudest child |
Only a winner could lose with a smile, refusin' to bow |
Even the critics of Cormega, enthusiast now |
As well the SL-5, watch how the roof come down |
When Sammy come through, you know how the crew get down |
We no longer have to move bricks now |
Rainy days are brighter when the jewels are out |
And we only dealin' with people, showin' true love now |
Dedicate to every one who grew up hard |
Sky’s the limit, reach for the stars |
I had to let it go, I had to let it start a change |
It ain’t, the same no more, no more, no it ain’t |
Harder times has gone away, say goodbye to heartaches |
Livin' in the ghetto… livin' in the ghetto |
I got a daughter to raise, I thought that the game was honorable |
Til Porter was slain, when Magic and Jordan were playin' |
Ballers were famous, they aura made us, hug corners daily |
Similar to the fiends we serve daily |
No more sleepin', my eyes, son, I see the world clearly |
Whether the projects depths, or the seed of a six series |
As I breeze through the city, rockin' Annie Vezel and Pennies |
I realize people who feel me, are the reason, I mean it sincerely |
I can never lose the love of the streets, that endeared me |
Throughout my adoloscent years, slingin' packs daily |
Reminiscin' people who cash yearly |
While starin' at pictures, wishin' they was here with me |
Like my mans who kept it real with me |
We been through hard times, now we sittin' in hard rides |
We ain’t hard to find, we either |
At the crab, going hard in Live |
Or on the block, chillin' right outside |
Sometimes I sit inside my residence, and I just think |
Of my life, and the situations I might face |
Ain’t too many real niggas, is my kind extinct? |
I’m alive, yet a part of me, died with Spank |
I’m still in the game, relentless when my pen hits |
The paper with a vengeance, the essence of the ghetto |
I live it, the realness, straight out the street |
Alotta schemes were laid down, children were leavin' playgrounds |
Cuz dealer squeeze a tre' pound, uh |
No m.c. |
could get in my area |
Lyrically, few will ever meet the criteria |
I’m clearly a superior breed, like a terriar |
Right here in the streets, where rappers scared to come |