Lyrics Stop Recording - Kur

Stop Recording

Real talk\nHead of my class\nPerfected my craft\nIn 2012, I took my Shahada, go ask Alima about it (Yeah)\nMy dad, he thought I knew nothin' about it, but I had knew all the knowledge\nMy parents kept sayin', «You wan' be a scholar, you gotta go to a college»\n(What?)\nBut was just pushin' exotic (C'mon), hangin' around with the wildest\nNiggas was violent, thuggin' and mobbin'\nSuper-connivin', as I get older, I’m learnin' the power in silence (True that)\nIf I can’t change it, then why am I stressin' about it? (Damn)\nI try my best to be silent while niggas is foldin' (Real talk)\nI’m at my villa, I’m smokin', I’m 'bout to take me a dip in the ocean (I see\nyou)\nI parlay with the A-list, I’m at the party, but I didn’t post it (What?)\nBlack truck is pullin' up and I’m chauffeured, new Cadillac with the motor\n(Come on)\nBitches come runnin', they see you got motion, legs spread open (Yeah)\nI’m bettin' that if I was down to my last, that bitch wouldn’t give me her\nfocus (True that)\nI got a ego, I like when they stroke it, even if it’s for a moment (Uh)\nIt won’t happen if you sit on your ass just wishin' and hopin' (C'mon)\nY’all niggas know I’m ahead of this class and I’m never boastin' (Yeah, yeah)\nI don’t wanna see the youngins crash, but the gon' crash if you never coach 'em\nOG mean offer game, if you gimme game, then I gotta soak it\n79 in the hall of fame, why y’all leave him open? (What?)\nI got all these fuckin' clothes on the counter, I was waitin' for the total\n(C'mon)\nLife kept throwin' curveballs, damn, it was so much on my shoulders (Goddamn)\nIt ain’t over 'til it’s over (Yeah)\nHate the feelin' when I’m sober (Uh-huh)\nLove the feelin' when I’m loaded (True that)\nI ain’t never sugar coat it (Knew that)\nTold it all when I wrote it (C'mon)\nShowin' off, I’m the coldest (Ayy)\nI ain’t say it, but I know this (Ayy)\nI ain’t— (Let's get it)\nTold myself to keep it noted (C'mon)\nTold myself to keep it goin', even when it’s rainin', even when it’s pourin'\n(Let's go)\nTold myself to stay calm, even when the other team starts scorin' (Ill)\nBaby boy on his grind, he was writin' lines, it’s 4 in the mornin'\nCan’t just rap, I need me some merch designs, I need to start tourin' (Uh)\nMeetin' my fans, explorin' (Ayy)\nI was just duckin' Explorers (C'mon)\nI’m a Aries, was almost a Taurus\nI done gave you my life in my story\nI done got me some stripes, the glory (Yeah)\nOff-White, my Mikes just for me (Who?)\nLotta niggas is plain old corny (Ha)\nAnd I’m stamped like I’m Maino, shorty (What?)\nI know all of the real gon' support it (C'mon)\nI told her to stop with the recordin' (C'mon)\nI had stepped on the court like I’m Jordan (Damn)\nI know Reemo was gon' be my Pippen (What?)\nJust for you, I was still on a mission (True)\nI’m just hopin' my spirits get lifted (Real talk)\nI’m just hopin' my prayers get answered (Damn)\n'Til then, I’m just takin' my chances (What?)\n'Til then, I’m just takin' advantage (What?)\nNever happen exact how you planned it (Yeah)\nThere be only so much I can manage (True)\nThere be only so much I can do\nI was high as a plane, then I landed (Damn)\nJumped out with no parachute (Fuck)