Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Mean Business, artist - Oddisee. Date of issue: 14.09.2009
Song language: English
I Mean Business |
| I keep my chin up, back straight, check my shoulder |
| Remember what I told ya, I’m a soldier |
| I kick it when I’m down and I keep composing |
| And you never seen me sweat, but the sleeves might roll up |
| But when they roll up, nigga, I mean biz |
| And if I show up, nigga, I mean biz |
| And if you living holed up, nigga, I mean biz |
| And God is my witness, nigga, I mean biz |
| I mean biz, ain’t too much I ain’t dead |
| A gangster wanting mass appeal, well I ain’t dig |
| From the streets so don’t act like I ain’t there |
| And nigga, to turn a threat into a promise, I ain’t scared |
| They put the best away, my niggas is safe but I ain’t where |
| Streets is still watching like Jay-Z said |
| In case you’re listening, puzzled like I ain’t hear |
| Hit me up and leave a message, but I ain’t here |
| I’m thinking about that '09 BM you might see me in |
| So when I say I mean biz, I mean it |
| I see in the future, a sun I could be in |
| Or with a chick with nice long legs, in between them |
| Y’all know what my dream is |
| Y’all ain’t coming between it |
| Undefined retaliation, show you the meaning |
| I went from to because of Allah |
| Still remember what I was told by my mama |
| Keep my chin up, back straight, check my shoulder |
| Remember what I told ya, I’m a soldier |
| I kick it when I’m down and I keep composing |
| And you never seen me sweat, but the sleeves might roll up |
| But when they roll up, nigga, I mean biz |
| And if I show up, nigga, I mean biz |
| Wait a minute, hold up, nigga, I mean biz |
| And God is my witness, nigga, I mean biz |
| You see I try to prepare myself |
| For this world outside |
| I get up early about five and do my exercise |
| Clear my mind, four sets is 25, the music loud |
| I write, I’m on the balcony watching the sun climb |
| To the top of the sky |
| That inspires me to scribe harder and talk to God right |
| Today when we alright, put on a right of pearls and the album on the server |
| State of mind, girl, in hopes they will try to curl you |
| I plan my day before stepping out there |
| Do this foolish eight hours just so I can count bread |
| And my daughter’s mouth fed, that goes without saying |
| Co-workers cracking jokes but I been not playing |
| I got a plan in my mind, yeah I’m handling mine |
| And it’s a habit to grind, to look me dead in my eyes |
| Put it all on the line, then I record it through rhyme |
| think large |
| We living in a system with no checks and balances |