Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rated Oakland , by - GQ. Release date: 27.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rated Oakland |
| Door slammed in my face, tired from tryna chase |
| Bold enough to play Marco Polo and Jason Lake |
| I lost faith like 12 times, fuck you think I’m on my mind |
| I don’t get no fuckin sleep I’m starin at my fucking blinds |
| Every fucking night, the morning I’m dealin with migraines |
| See things for how they are, colors in my eye change |
| Dirty job wash my hands, college kids poppin' xans |
| I ain’t got no rocks to sell, might call me to rock some bells |
| Write a verse and change a light |
| Spit some more change it twice |
| Drink my fuckin pain away I’m always on like Vegas nights |
| My nigga from the Nola told me, «boy your flow like Cajun spice» |
| Work ethic impeccable, you would think I train with Rice |
| I been blastin' off for months, lookin out for higher stakes |
| If heaven ain’t gon' let me in I pray they got some higher gates |
| Find a space and hope you fit, less you take the more you miss |
| It’s a dog-eat-dog world, lock you up and throw you strips |
| I blanked out don’t even care no more |
| This shit ain’t even fair no more |
| We can’t converse you situation don’t concur |
| I ain’t stressin' off that bitch, that’s more for her |
| This room closing in on me |
| Me and my chance lookin' slim homie |
| The wind on me I might just get carried away |
| Roll rocky bad turn make the chariot sway |
| Magic carpet took me like librarians try to book me |
| Stand by my side I’m lookin for cookie |
| Where they gonna put me, my |
| I can’t wait unitl my days chill |
| Killin' off my vibe a few, bow to you |
| Down to earth but do some shit that fly to you |
| I’m more passionate, shield broke more glass in it |
| What cloth was I cut by, a fabric tip |
| I’m mad as shit, nose cold, heart heavy |
| They went from not given a fuck to tryna drop confetti |
| Tell granny I get it now lotta folk who I ain’t talk to in some years |
| Lookin' at they phone like «should I hit him now?» |