Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ring The Alarm, artist - NEW GEN. Album song NEW GEN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Ring The Alarm |
I payed my dues with effort |
I still lose count counting my blessings |
Sold dubs at my gigs, pain is the essence |
Now I’m making hits, taking them hits made me a weapon |
Uh, I never had a pot to piss in |
Now I piss in a pot of gold and watch it glisten |
In a race with my own race, that’s not the mission |
That’s why I’d rather link WSTRN than cop a Smith & |
Every time that top was missing, I went missing |
Came back and left the old me, my friends miss him |
How am I gonna stay the same tryna make a difference? |
Tryna make a living, then make a killing and live killing shit |
I mind my business cuh my mind’s on my businesses |
Kicked out of business studies, studied my businesses |
It’s kind of crucial what Ms. Simmons did |
I’ve got away with words, a way with words cause I’m a lyricist |
Mumma needs a new stove so I do stove |
Could have got sectioned, I had to do road |
And now I’ve got some new dough off a new flow |
Couple diamonds, I can kill one bird with two stones |
I used to wake up in the AM, cold showers |
While I hear my Nana praying, amen |
Counting money, watching Boondocks |
Then I put it in my shoebox, still tryna put my crew on |
Ring the alarm, ring the alarm |
Everybody run when the po po come |
All I see is a smoking gun |
Whoa, yeah |
Ring the alarm, ring the alarm |
Everybody wanna be all in, so |
I’mma stay up till the morning comes |
Whoa, yeah |
How am I going to sign a deal with ya, even deal with ya? |
If you don’t deal with me properly, what’s the deal with ya? |
I was taught to be real with ya, so I’m real with ya |
Though I’m in Tommy Hilfiger, still a real nigga |
Yeah, my plan A was my plan B |
I only planned my A levels for my family |
And now I’m with a bad bitch and some bad breed youts |
Even though I can’t change them, I can teach |
The things we used to do for figures |
Now I do a one show and that’s a new four figures |
I can go forever and a few more minutes |
I’m just tryna paint pictures, I don’t do this for the image |
I do this for the broke niggas |
Not the 'lose a little hope and it’s over', they’re some joke niggas |
I don’t dodge my old women |
Cause there’s nothing wrong with gold diggers |
When you dig for gold with your own niggas |
Shining, from the ground up, we was grinding |
Told the mandem watch cause it’s timing |
The top is like a DM, I’mma slide in |
And bring my people through, I’ve got pride in my lions |
I used to wake up in the AM, cold showers |
While I hear my Nana praying, amen |
Counting money, watching Boondocks |
Then I put it in my shoebox, still tryna put my crew on |
Ring the alarm, ring the alarm |
Everybody run when the po po come |
All I see is a smoking gun |
Whoa, yeah |
Ring the alarm, ring the alarm |
Everybody wanna be all in, so |
I’mma stay up till the morning comes |
Whoa, yeah |
Don’t tell me about no hard knock life |
When you’ve had a good dream, the alarm’s not nice |
Heart on my sleeve but my garms weren’t nice |
I would talk to myself and ask for advice |
Like, how am I gonna get this dough? |
And was it really worth my time? |
Do I say yes or no? |
Do I let shit slide or do I get involved? |
And everything changed when I went with the flow, yeah |
I used to wake up in the AM, cold showers |
While I hear my Nana praying, amen |
Counting money, watching Boondocks |
Then I put it in my shoebox, still tryna put my crew on |
Ring the alarm, ring the alarm |
Everybody run when the po po come |
All I see is a smoking gun |
Whoa, yeah |