Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotta Be More, artist - Nick GrantDate of issue: 12.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gotta Be More |
| Niggas ain’t been rapping lately, guess I’m trapped in the 80s |
| Ain’t fly enough if the fashion statements don’t make you hate me |
| Looking up to drug czars, same ones who sold my mother raw |
| Die quick as the culture if we don’t evolve |
| Could never hide the scars I’m from where pistols bark like a pit of dogs, |
| nigga shit gets hard |
| Thirsty bitches even wanna sips the tears from dons |
| Rich rap skin black as Norman Lear sitcoms |
| Diamonds looking pissed on, picking bitches like I’m Frankie Lemon nigga which |
| one |
| Pray my niggas live long, no time for silly rappers and they too lame cliques |
| For the record we deeper than a Wu-Tang hit |
| My drive took me out the ghetto found a new lane quick |
| At any moment they gone hit me with that «you changed» shit (uh) |
| More honesty than Richard Pryor comedy, I don’t know where I’ma be when Obama |
| leave |
| (gotta be more, more, more) |
| Said theres gotta be more (yeah baby) |
| Said theres gotta be more, more than what we see |
| More is what we gotta be (yeah) |
| I’m Gil Scott Heron, here to give America a dose of their own medicine |
| Who I ain’t better than, you should watch who bet against |
| Expose hearts of jealous men, predator felon mama’s bestie molested them |
| Killers vanish cause feds tamper with evidence, long as the souls wealthy we |
| cool cause we were never rich |
| Sweat me like fed pressure, was left for dead, sorry I’m misleading miss lady |
| all I wanted was head |
| Sipping wine imported, my rhyme style is gorgeous, bout my money this is worst |
| than Sally Mae extortion |
| Don’t know whats real its like I’m looking through the eyes of orphans, |
| The newest Benz turning like some disappointed corpses |
| Old head stories of how they was the shit in their day |
| The world bleeds menstral shows get tickets today |
| Two hundred on a car dash with a trunkful of Ye' |
| Life’s good no more reruns of minimum wage |
| (Gotta Be More) |
| Said theres gotta be more (yeah baby) |
| Said theres gotta be more, more than what we see |
| More is what we gotta be (yeah) |
| Still could pull a model with no dollar to my name |
| A nation in debt and here we are begging for change |
| All for nothing another brother slained |
| Death is a tough exchange, Trump even running game |
| All aboard the coon train clown samba painted faces you frontin' |
| So embarrassing tap dancin' for whitey gets you nothing |
| But a penny for your thoughts, if all times are good do you know who you really |
| are |
| I need the bad times adversity gets you far, this verse is a ki of raw |
| Babies die young remember you via the project walls |
| My generation needs a Redd Foxx a Lena Horne |
| Feel like I’m the one to put us on top where we belong (uhh) |
| Walking Fred Hampton agenda I’m too attentive, my shit is poison to these rap |
| pretenders |
| Who swear they trap but never seen a pack this epidemic of twisting facts |
| Still we celebrate your backwards image, it gotta be more |