Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 14K, artist - Nolan the Ninja. Album song YEN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Record label: SPORT CAST
Song language: English
14K |
If I had me a million dollars, I’d get me a Porsche 959 |
I’d get me a sports car. |
A Jaguar |
Damn, I’d get me a Ferrari Testarosa, V-12 engine |
Get me a Porsche 930, straight six turbo engine |
Get me a Vector B-12, twin turbo |
Go from zero to 60 in 7.8 seconds, so don’t even talk |
Yeah, well, who cares, 'cause you ain’t never gonna have a million dollars |
anyway |
I will too! |
Who’s trippin' now? |
Ain’t nobody trippin', I’m gonna have it |
Someday, I’m gonna have it |
My only focus point is perseverance |
Despite the, smoke & the mirrors, I remain fearless |
Cuz ain’t no obstacles gon hold me back |
I’m executing every platform, real niggas, clap for him |
Only interest of market are those with hardships |
Ones who can’t relate to flossing, done took some losses but continue stomping |
I been through the trials, living ain’t an easy pill to swallow |
Like being booed at the Apollo, this game mulatto |
Shit is like the lotto, cuz niggas pay the dues & play to win |
Applying efforts for the better, so niggas could be set forever |
Grew up hearing the no’s & never, however, we aspire to be higher through all |
endeavors |
I’m trying to get a Grammy to granny before she transcends, it only makes sense |
Show her that the noise I made was worth it |
Called it a phase until I ended up upon a page, of a publication, |
critically acclaimed ratings |
Now I’m in the rankings, hoping niggas feel what I’m kicking |
No pretend shit, I’ve never played the role of pretentious |
Peep the ambition, daydreaming of me & the misses in matching Benz’s |
Fuck ten days, I’m thinking like ten minutes |
I’m thinking like ten minutes, nigga |
Shit |
International flights for a show night |
My brother Soko put me on |
Them passport stampings for foreign landings, it used to be them open mics for |
expanding |
Now I’m lamping, I’m trying to have my Mom in Tampa |
Blowing a cig & watch the sun set, due to the fact her son was up next |
Cause & effect, I paid it forward |
Purchasing products that I can’t afford |
But fuck it, I’ll make it back after the next performance, YOLO |
A ghetto nigga so I’m used to no pro’s |
If I got it then I spend it, what the fuck is investing |
This rap shit alone is a risky investment |
No guarantee that you’re gonna win, so I’ll eat my fruit before then |
Until then, I’m getting to it 'til the rooster chirping |
Representing until I’m in a hearse or laid in the Earth, forreal |
But God forbid it be a tragedy, if so, fuck it |
Lay me in the Armani linen, diamond studded |
Presidential rollie to that of pissy, equivalent to urination, nigga, fourteen |
See, they don’t make it from around my way |
You either in it or you ended, just know your role & play your position, shit |
But God forbid it be a tragedy, if so, fuck it |
Lay me in the Armani linen with diamond studded |
Presidential rollie to that of pissy, equivalent to urination, nigga, fourteen |