Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Find Out (Real n!Gga News) , by - Ill CamilleRelease date: 17.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Find Out (Real n!Gga News) |
| Millie is chillin' |
| Tryin' to earn a livin' |
| What more can I say |
| I live day-to-day and deal with the mistakes made |
| My mission is different from yall niggas I’m straight |
| My ambition proclaimed in everything that I say |
| So tell the constellations I’m on my way up |
| Cause at this very minute yall |
| My daddy is laid up with a pacemaker for his heart |
| Strong, he’s A-1 |
| So I take heed to the day that he said that I rip and run too much |
| And I need to sit down for once |
| I can’t kill myself trying to live and I can’t be still |
| And still think I’mma win? |
| (yeah) |
| Between the self-doubts and the odds being stacked as high as gas prices |
| It appears our only options are |
| Being rich and senseless, broke and righteous |
| Teenage moms is burnt, the kids is just like her |
| Judgement is nearing, everyday its reminders and we ignore it |
| Pretending we’re immortal we can’t afford to play with our lives |
| Like its 8 more in the corner store we can buy «for the low» |
| 'Fore it’s time for us to go |
| Wanna make sure my soul cool |
| Studio protocol, alcohol and Protools |
| Highgrade to heighten the mood |
| Playin' ignorant to the rules and Universal Code |
| That everything you do comes back 10-fold |
| 10 years ago I was dying to be grown |
| 10 years ago my good friend passed on |
| Died in a car crash, same exact birthdate |
| Year, day, everything |
| So its safe to say it hit home |
| But she’s in a safe place |
| Me I’m still searching |
| Working through the hurt put the Roy Ayers on |
| I put on for mine, ain’t a thing set in stone |
| Except death |
| Cause its a definite and what your Heaven is |
| is really relative |
| My relative said mine is in the Testament |
| Set precedent |
| Every lesson is designed to be a blessing in disguise |
| You’ll find out |
| Ooooooooh |
| Yeah we all know life is all about the rhythm |
| But sometimes we get the Blues |
| But Mama said just keep on living |
| And that’s the real nigga news |
| We’re void of checks and balances |
| Selling slogans, still living counterfeit |
| Self-abondonment |
| We deal a bad hand, can’t handle it |
| «YOLO» is backward |
| I’ve come to understand that things we can’t understand |
| We all want control of |
| Love being one of em |
| Some of us runnin' toward the wrong one to make us feel comfortable |
| Tryin' to live «the dream» everybody ain’t a Huxtable |
| I’d rather run with 100 bums |
| If I had to choose that or have to go and front |
| Bout anything vehicle or income |
| Man I ain’t being somethin' that I ain’t |
| Everybody got a tongue, got my own taste |
| With a working pair of legs, run my own race |
| I won’t do it just to say that I did it |
| My lungs functioning, can’t say I’m living |
| But I’m alive, destiny’s pre-written |
| So get ready, here I go |
| Consider this the rough draft |
| Thinking past tomorrow-type flow |
| Go- play invincible if you wanna |
| Ain’t no escapin' especially when Karma is the hunter |
| Go- be a criminal if you wanna |
| Eternal life or fire |
| Everybody gets a summons |
| You’ll find out |
| Ooooooooh |
| Yeah we all know life is all about the rhythm |
| But sometimes we get the Blues |
| But Mama said just keep on living |
| And that’s the real nigga news |