Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Countdown, artist - Emilio Rojas. Album song The Natural, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Same Plate Entertainment
Song language: English
The Countdown |
You know Emilio, he eat organic |
And he speak authentic, he ain’t nothin' but his mama son |
And his women never need augmentin' cause they be all tens |
And they be beggin' him to fall in love |
He from a city where they pull no punches |
And they show no justice when them cell bars closin' shut |
He had a father that abused him and booked it |
So he moved into Brooklyn just to figure it was close enough |
I made a home wherever I may have roamed in |
I do not think I am better, I made it known ‘cause I made it on my own |
I ain’t have co-signs, I ain’t tryin' to pay a loan |
Mama worked most nights, had to raise us on her own |
Yeah, I ain’t complainin', only sayin' what I know |
And I’m aimin' at explainin' what the fate I might have chose is |
I get acclaim for the way that I compose this |
I was born great, see the weight that’s on my shoulders |
It’s nothin', I could shrug it off, yeah, I come a long way |
From that youngin' that would punch until his knuckles raw |
I made my city look good like a wonder bra |
Now they lookin' up in my hood, it’s like a muscle car |
I never hustle raw but I got respected by them hustlers |
‘Cause I’m so fly, I’m above the law, this the story of a Cinderella |
Yeah, I went from shopping up inside of Wegmans to Citarella |
I been repellin' them blood suckers like citronella candles |
Everything I handle is big or better |
Bigger homes, fitted clothes, thicker hoes |
Now I’m fishin' on a boat in the cold ‘Cific snows yeah |
‘Cause the city where I’m from so cold |
That the poe would get smoked by a 14 year old, right? |
He took the charge, I don’t think he did the shootin' though |
‘Cause he know at 18, they let him out of juvie though |
Yeah, and that’s the birth of a street legend |
And this a ghetto arms race, who gon' reach Heaven? |
And we ain’t choose this lifestyle, it’s predestined |
So when we answer the call, there ain’t gon' be questions |
And E test the waters and then I make a splash |
The way they shower me with gifts, I could take a bath |
I could get used to this shit, let’s make it last |
So you could tell me what you make of that |
They was sayin' that he wouldn’t be nothin' |
And you shouldn’t even touch him |
Now they sayin' that he’s next in line |
Cause he’s certain that he’s gon be blowin' |
Cause the buzz keep growin' and he know he’d be the best to shine |
And he do it for, it goes one for my mama |
Two for my hoes, three for my city |
And four for my la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-la |
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-la |
Listen, I’m driven to get a driver |
I’m lovin' every minute, I’m livin' like a survivor |
I’m comfortable in my skin, it’s like a recliner |
And since I’ve given forgiveness to my father |
The world’s opened up for me, my city swears that I’m on |
And all them older heads, they lookin' up to me |
Like I’m a role model cause I dated more models |
And I’m buying out the whole spot except the floor model |
My new squeeze, them dresses is too chic |
She in it for a home and never settle for no room key |
My dudes need for nothin', they all satisfied |
We on that road to success like a relaxin' drive |
Have to smile and people say that I changed |
I feel bad for ‘em if they still stayin' the same |
I’m goin', I ain’t stayin' in place ‘cause life is a gamble |
And I’m raisin' the stakes, I ain’t playin' it safe |
The world watchin' cause this that moment in time |
Where everything that you dream becomes a option |
When everybody that you rollin' with believe in you |
You starin' in that mirror and you seein' what they see in you |
Them label dudes is takin' a rhyme masters |
Fans would eat it up if it was easier to digest |
But I stood my ground, I never digress |
And now Emilio’s a fuckin' poster boy for progress |
They was sayin' that he wouldn’t be nothin' |
And you shouldn’t even touch him |
Now they sayin' that he’s next in line |
Cause he’s certain that he’s gon be blowin' |
Cause the buzz keep growin' and he know he’d be the best to shine |
And he do it for, it goes one for my mama |
Two for my hoes, three for my city |
And four for my la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-la |
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-laThey was sayin' that he wouldn’t be nothin' |
And you shouldn’t even touch him |
Now they sayin' that he’s next in line |
Cause he’s certain that he’s gon be blowin' |
Cause the buzz keep growin' and he know he’d be the best to shine |
And he do it for, it goes one for my mama |
Two for my hoes, three for my city |
And four for my la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-la |
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-laThey was sayin' that he wouldn’t be nothin' |
And you shouldn’t even touch him |
Now they sayin' that he’s next in line |
Cause he’s certain that he’s gon be blowin' |
Cause the buzz keep growin' and he know he’d be the best to shine |
And he do it for, it goes one for my mama |
Two for my hoes, three for my city |
And four for my la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-la |
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-la |