Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Know, artist - Rapsody. Album song She Got Game, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jamla
Song language: English
Never Know |
Checking on my Twitter feed, I throw a couple seeds in |
Hope you fucking feast food for your thoughts, boss |
A dime a dozen |
The naked truth like dimes on a King cover |
Demarcus Cousin, I couldn’t cover unkindess |
Feeling a couple comments they come with, I’m your higness |
Respect that where your chest at lioness? |
They blank it out |
Then remember when you banking out |
Testing me like Apollo, ain’t no clowns in house |
You see this tiger crouched 'bout to pounce on 'em |
Plan B’s for the morning after |
In mourning for those that gave in too early and living dorment |
I’m feeling like the doorman, they all open for me |
I walk right through, the view of 100 stories |
In despair I rise like Ware |
No matter the breaks, stairs I’m climbing 'em Ferris |
Wheels, unlike stationary, we move on |
Forget what you’ll never know, just know I’m the Don |
Dada that got you bothered, Korea and Obama |
I’m the threat to your persona of being ill |
But you wanna be still, enjoy your meals |
In Osaka wit my Ahk I’m just a rapper though |
Sacrifices that you’ll never know |
Like love and friends and my kin stressing me about my ends |
To no end until I cop a Benz with rims |
But you’ll never know |
Yeah, they’ll never understand the sacrifices |
Just now when we shop we don’t ask the prices |
We look good too 'em, but it’s double-sided |
No complaints just as long as the money piling |
Grinding, no breaks on this interstate |
Niggas ain’t participate, can’t get a plate |
Crooked nigga all my life, finally got it straight |
Took a nigga all his life, finally got a steak |
Never understand the process |
They speculate your lifestyle and don’t account the losses |
Underestimate what it took to get it popping |
Like ain’t almost lose my whole life on Slauson |
Looking forward never was an option |
Ended up running into everything besides it |
When everybody blinded to real life logic |
The ones we said were crazy, we the brightest stars shining |
Yo — Soul |
Still caught up in the rhapsody |
Don’t confuse my freedom of speech for apathy |
I prefer words like empathy or absolutely |
But actually, my extensive vocabulary is blashpemy |
The more you know the more you wish you didn’t |
The more I saw the more I wish I didn’t have to see |
And I ain’t chopping trees, just tryng to chop it up with you |
I heard that they copping my content across the continent |
The mic check 1−2's turned to checks I deposited |
And ain’t nothing wrong with checking into colleges |
All in all, know it adds up, staying positive |
That’s common sense, like water for chocolate |
Riding high with my dawgs, man, y’all tried to top it |
I kept the soul in the game, check your pulse |
Hit the beat with my flow |
I speak what I know, I reap what I sow |
Bear the fruits to my labor |
Diced pineapples on my rider, I’ll see you later |
I’m onto bigger things, I can’t do it mini anymore |
Labels say I’m more marketable than a grocery store |
Got some dollars on my fix, I ain’t broke anymore |
And it seem like don’t nobody know me no more |
Somebody said ''Soul, did you sell your soul?'' |
And I could say yes or no |
But you never know |