Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rocco's Song , by - Dylan St. John. Release date: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rocco's Song |
| It was only 4 years ago |
| Cy would drive through the snow |
| Park his Rav up on Dyckman Ave |
| Just so we could go to Morroco’s |
| See thats where i learned to mix |
| He was a master of his craft |
| And he knew I had a gift |
| I could spit… but so could half of New York |
| He told me «always come real & leave the rest to the lord» said that «fame can |
| be a double egde sword» made me hit the right note every single fucking time I |
| record! |
| Now its take 82 & i’m sweating in the booth he said «Saint, |
| take a break?» |
| I said «I don’t play to lose» |
| He said got it stand by then we took it back to work you see I never follow |
| trends I would rather do it first |
| And mama said Im capable of anything so I responded back that I’m gonna Paint |
| the Universe |
| I need serenity, fonto & some hennesee |
| Some people who gonna value me |
| Who ARE who they pretend to be |
| Look |
| See my circle getting smaller |
| But my crowd getting bigger |
| Cut some people off yeah I had to pull the trigger |
| Rapper turned to singer |
| Or at least they tried |
| Til they heard me scream rage |
| Yellin «MOTHERFUCK THE 5!» |
| And I’m too young too die but I’m ready like Notorious |
| Sleep is for the weak that’s word to Belly life is glorious |
| I don’t need a major deal or a fucking co sign |
| I knew that I had the skill back when it was 09 |
| A raw talent just waiting to find balance |
| The alpha of my pack |
| Im waiting on my challenge |
| I said welcome to the jungle |
| I was born to rumble |
| A little bit of cocky with a little bit of humble |
| If you don’t know the play get the fuck up out my huddle |
| Saint Almighty this is how the cookie crumble |
| If I get the rock I guarantee I never fumble |
| If we talking bands then let me hit you with a drum roll |
| One eye open yeah that’s how I gotta stay |
| And I know it got confusing when you started making bank |
| Off some shit that was making with this mother fucker Doug |
| Ironic that that schemy man was really just the plug |
| Connected me to you |
| And getting me in touch with my roots |
| And the truth |
| As I battled all my demons in the booth |
| As my friends were wearing suits making money |
| And that shit would make me work even harder man I was hungry |
| You took me under your wing |
| Taught a youngn' the ropes |
| I was down in the corner |
| You really gave me some hope |
| I look at you as a king |
| Musical father figure |
| Still with Cy Hi |
| Just know that we fuckin miss ya |