Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Astronaut, artist - Derek Minor. Album song Your Soul Must Fly, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.08.2017
Record label: EMPIRE, Reflection
Song language: English
Astronaut |
Jumping |
Jumping |
Jumping |
Jumping, Yeah |
Jumping |
Jumping |
Jumping |
Jumping, Jumping |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
They ain’t wanna see us shine |
They ain’t wanna see us rise |
They ain’t wanna give us help |
God said help myself |
God said what you worried about |
Acting like I ain’t got you |
Make the moves mane, shoot the shot boy |
Guarantee they won’t block it |
I been trying to take a dead culture and revive it while the vultures nibble at |
the skeleton |
They just trying to bottle up my melanin |
They a kill a prophet to bring profit in |
I can’t be taking bait |
I see the hook in the pond, ah yeah |
I promise I’ll give up this fame |
Before I get trapped all in your con, ahh yeah |
Where was you when I ain’t have an number 1 |
Or when I ain’t know where the money coming from |
Outta here acting like my day one |
You counted me out on day one |
I feel like you don’t like the outcome |
You count the hours till I’m done |
I got family to feed and they looking at me |
And I’m looking to God we gone jump jump jump |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
But they want us on crutches |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
But they want us on crutches |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
But they want us on crutches |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
But they want us on crutches |
Some my family real killers |
Some my family dope dealers |
I’m just telling all our stories |
So the world won’t forget us |
In the church they just want me to speak to suburbia |
All that ghetto gangsta talk is disturbing us |
I’m sorry my past and my present offend you |
Ain’t nothing sweet on the menu |
Step dad used came home smelling like a trap house |
My lil homie from the east blllllllldd got shot down |
I will never sell out, y’all can go on keep your budget |
I done kept it real from the jump, now we got it jumpin' |
They look up to me and they ask how I did it |
I tell em it’s God and as God as my witness |
I pray that my talent can give away millions |
To get rid of ghettos where my people living |
Where all of my children get education |
And all of my cousins can stop medicating |
Gotta keep moving I know we gone make it |
Till then enjoy all these classics I’m making, jumpin' |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
But they want us on crutches |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
But they want us on crutches |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
But they want us on crutches |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
Got this whole thing |
Jumping, Jumping |
But they want us on crutches |