Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unsigned Hype, artist - Ghetts. Album song Freedom of Speech, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: F Radio
Song language: English
Unsigned Hype |
I never been last year |
Watch 08 |
Real talk, Imma get back to my old ways |
Fuck that, Imma get money back both ways, cats for cocaine and tracks to rotate |
Here’s my paper, air Jamaica |
Now it’s like I’m relaxing on so plane |
I worked hard for the first class, tell the captain I’m okay |
Next up in mansion (?) Girlfriend throwin' a tantrum, knowing I’m handsome and |
so vain |
You can up a ransom I won’t pay, same night I be with the mandem With Rosés |
skanky but no shame' |
I be the type to draw shanks in the road rage |
I’m the top boy in the grime scene, I ain’t gonna stand for a low wage |
I want more money, I’m like jewelry I don’t want your money |
I refuse to clean the floor honey |
Labels are like «He's sure gully» They don’t know what’s fresh before doggy |
Girl I don’t want to be your hubby and meet your mummy that won’t even feed |
your tummy |
By the end of this year, if I ain’t gone, will you know who will end my career? |
We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like |
I’m fed up with the rain, I’m looking for the sunshine lights |
We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like |
I’m fed up with the rain, I’m looking for the sunshine lights |
I’m letting my riders know I ain’t lettin' my title go |
I’m in the booth with the idle road, I’ll invite em' all |
You won’t hear a recycled flows when I’m on the microphone |
One line could help young minds evolve, I got called when gun crime was low |
Now they blink round cus' gun crime was rose |
I’m in the underground there’s no sunshine below |
A lot of niggas are unsigned and broke, fun times are old |
So let’s get serious, we need funding |
You are lying if you say you don’t need one thing |
Still I feel like I’m the best period I need something |
Hope isn’t enough, road livin' is rough |
Man go prison but still willin' to buss |
I roll with the Rambo, pitchin', I’m so willing to cut |
I don’t wanna spit in a club for some minimum cut |
I rather pack boots of mix CDs, I’m a grafter |
That’s true, I hit these streets with a bag of material |
I’m on the road while you’re still havin' your cereal |
In a clash I’ll eat for you |
(Real talk, man) |
We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like |
I’m fed up with the rain, I’m looking for the sunshine lights |
We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like |
I’m fed up with the rain, I’m looking for the sunshine lights |
Shine lights |
If I don’t go this year |
Watch 08 |
This year |
What you sayin' G uh, one more year? |
That means Lightnin’s got another two years to go or less, more or less I’m |
about to blow, labels better start calling my phone or Imma hit the roads and |
walk with the chrome |
They all lane on my two chains |
If they come down to it, like Nike Imma just do it, take a bite just like chew |
it |
Pay me though, niggas try to phase me though, but Imma concentrate I’m trying |
to get Jay-Z though |
And that’s a whole lot of work, I might half him with a whole lot of work |
Huh huh, you say you’re the best, it’s a laugh and a joke |
A laugh, the bars that your wrote |
If I don’t blow next year, Imma link with the end |
Damn right, I’ll be passing the coke |
Check check, niggas tucking your necklace |
On your marks get set go |
Who wants to race me? |
Come on, who wants to face me? |
Done air, I’m not near then you boys should hate me |
Apart from Devz, none of you gins can test |
18 years ahead, I’m so ahead of my time my pops haven’t even took my mumsy out |
for dinner yet |
We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like |
I’m fed up with the rain, I’m looking for the sunshine lights |
We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like |
I’m fed up with the rain, I’m looking for the sunshine lights |