Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Perseverance, artist - Opio
Date of issue: 21.02.2005
Song language: English
Perseverance |
They — want — to — fuck — my — high — up |
Like — when — the — thugs — get — violent |
I per-se-ver but — I — get |
Fru-stra-ted and — lose — my — cool — some-times |
They — want — to — fuck — my — high — up |
Man this bitch — just — won’t — be — quiet |
I per-se-ver but — I — get |
Fru-stra-ted and — lose — my — cool — some-times |
Sometimes. |
These jerks I see, irkin me, Hercules, musclehead |
Niggas at the front, of the club, askin for dub |
I’m like man, show me love, let me in you know I’m |
S.O.M., the rest of them, rappers don’t be makin money |
For yo' club, but I do |
You should re-spect game but see you flashin |
Fools in the back, will, just, smash in |
Unexpectedly, bet you see |
Twenty niggas comin to the bar |
Mashin on, all the Cristal |
Bottles and the gin, and the Hennessy |
And it’s in your best interests we |
Just, get up in this motherfucker clean |
And there won’t be a scene, plea lettin off steam |
For the hell of it for future development |
Your club and establishment will be, under new management |
I see you adamant but that ain’t shit |
Fuck a guest list, get this dick in your mouth |
«The people inside wouldn’t leave, and the line outside started |
Pressing in, and that’s when they all began grabbing stuff off the shelves! |
Oh no, there goes the window.» |
I — get |
Fru-stra-ted and — lose — my — cool — some-times |
Sometimes, sometimes. |
When I’m in the streets, then I’m duckin police |
And it’s not cause I’m sellin heroin in the East |
It’s the beast, got the bow and arrow pointed at me |
Like they tryin to shoot a sparrow but I’m more like an E |
-A-G-to-the-L-E, fuckin with me |
Cause I’m ridin in a new SUV, I’m like SEE?! |
I wish I had a good day like Ice Cube |
Cats say I’m a nice dude, what’d I do? |
That’s the shit I shouldn’t contemplate |
I should just stomp his face; |
in with the steel-toe boot and then scoot |
I feel like America’s Most |
For the perilous flows; |
that I share with the hoes and my bros |
Everywhere I go, they fuckin up my T-H-C |
And I wonder why they P.H. |
me |
I must appear eight feet to these dwarves and midgets |
You think I give a fuck who make more digits? |
People get robbed, no matter who you hobnob with |
Niggas playin hopscotch with your snotbox |
All the cockblockin and jive talkin |
Got you in the position where you hear the fire poppin |
They — try — to — fuck — my — high — up |
Man tell this stupid bitch — be — quiet |
I per-se-ver but — I — get |
Fru-stra-ted and — lose — my — cool — some-times |
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes. |