Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Yet, artist - HDBeenDope. Album song Pheace Be the Journey, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.11.2016
Record label: CD Baby
Song language: English
Not Yet |
Labb |
Labb |
Labb |
It seems like everybody’s sleeping on me |
I peep the time |
It seems that motherfucker’s speeding on me |
I need a sign |
And listen |
When I say a sign |
I mean divine intervention |
Better yet |
Somebody with a sine to get up in my mentions |
At it seven days |
Fourteen seven for the hours |
'Cause I gotta take the three |
Just to eat, sleep and shower |
Go tell that to the bloggers |
They don’t notice that |
I sent them all a couple tracks |
They never wrote me back |
I’m hoping that |
These blind niggas finally see my light |
Tell Rosenberg it only takes a tweet to change my life |
But oh no, no |
You phonies only give your lenses to that |
Wack shit |
World on my shoulders but my word travels the |
Atlas |
Please tell me |
Who you know |
Making all his beats and his videos |
Who you know |
Kill it with the rhyme and be booking shows |
Who you know |
Giving all he got till nothing’s left |
He got it moving by hisself |
And they still rest |
You think you got it |
Not Yet |
You think you got it |
Not Yet |
Take your time |
Don’t worry 'bout the love |
Just focus on the grind |
Thinking you got it |
Not Yet |
Have some patience |
Think you got it now |
But your potential is amazing |
Fuck you talking patience? |
I been waiting so long |
I refuse to be insane |
I’m thinking waiting’s all wrong |
Can you tell these bills to wait? |
You can’t tell these bills to wait |
So how long am I s’pose to go |
With top ramen up on my plate |
I need commas up in my cake |
I need olives all in my bank |
I need ownership of my acres |
That’s collars for where I lay |
You talking patience |
But my mama steady aging |
Bitch I need |
I need |
I need to get my mama veggie ranging |
Fuck your patience |
And I tried to stay gracious |
But aimless roaming |
Got my mind spinning like some daytons |
Talking patience |
How? |
My baby hungry |
Plus I just learned I got a baby in my lady tummy |
Now I been working on these flows since I was younger |
Due to waiting |
I got the role as the family fuck up |
And you talking waiting more |
What the fuck I’m waiting for |
I been ready |
No delaying |
But all you could say is |
I come to you as just a man |
No I don’t got the answers |
Hopefully I can sway your thoughts |
It seems you’re moving backwards |
First off please tell me how are you slept on |
People can only sleep on you if you ain’t moving at all |
It seems like that’s the problem |
That got your clothes sodden |
Tearing but knowing you |
You’ll probably blame it on the pollen |
And why you talk about them niggas as if they ain’t nada |
Overcompensation got your skin looking like a dollar |
Watching a |
Ton of them niggas make it |
That makes your faith go vacant |
Frame is opaque when hating |
We cannot see your greatness |
Praying on validation |
That’s 'cause you’re insecure |
Talking reckless |
Move like nexus |
That just might open doors |
But what you do when you’re in and you ain’t got the skill |
And now you caught what you wanted |
Somehow you’re chasing still |
Try’na be great |
You gotta |
Fix what you can change |
That starts with |
You and not the game |
But you complain |
Drive slow homie |
You never know homie |
Drive slow homie |
You never know homie |
About these flows homie |
You better pump your brakes |
And drive slow homie |
Yeah |