Lyrics Promise - Rashaann, Eraa

Promise

You know this that, this that 11th grade high school flow
Me and my brother Roc
But I did something new
I want this to be something that I look back on when I’m well established
And be proud of the time I put in at practice
And how I gained fame, never changed, and kept a balance
Of keeping y’all entertained and what really matters
Wonder if I’ll keep it modest or be living lavish
And give back cause I remember when I didn’t have it
And had a habit of wishing that I’ll get to have it
So I imagine making classics in the illest fashion
But let’s rewind, 'cause I ain’t got it
Barely even had ten dollars in my pocket
Just a lil on that card that’s in my wallet
But that can’t stop me nigga, that’s no problem
And I’m so honest, I am not yet balling
Unlike these so-called artists, who be fronting regardless
Made them niggas my targets, man the aim is so flawless
Rapping like a veteran, but I’m just getting started
By the end of the song, I’m making a promise
About the missing pieces, and how I’ma find 'em
Non-believers prolly doubt a nigga all in the comments
But the game’s in poor spirits, we in need of a profit
I’m making big statements, better back it up right?
Can’t afford studio time, I had a mac and a mic
Nigga we nothing alike, I ain’t concerned with the price
Using what I have to take control of my life
And I love it how you niggas always wanna make excuses
Of how you getting held back and why you can’t do this
Put my all into this music, man you other niggas useless
Admit I shed tears when I felt that I was losing
Man this shit is therapeutic, it’s a movement
Niggas looking clueless, you ain’t know I do this
Following the blueprint, KARMA music
Man I been a student of the greats that came before me
Appreciating everyone who showed that they support me
Bars fire, how you 'sposed to breathe, inhale
Exhale, man all I do is excel
Me and the fam yeah we living life XL
My Sprint so legendary, on to the next tale
Right!
Wordplay on another level
I’m just a wordsmith, the diction’s always clever
Lady say I break rules, «get your act together»
But you can tell old miss I always been a rebel
I ain’t the sickest, ain’t no telling what they’re on
In this wild, I ain’t lying, got a right to bear arms
I wanted for so long, attempted to move on
But kept coming back, guess this where I belong
Where I belong, bodying each song
Word of inspiration for the people: just keep going
Spazzing, niggas just wonder what he on
This heat for 'em, unleashed him, they should’ve left my leash on
Yo, you’ll give me a second real quick?
Tryna get something
Yeah a nigga just spazzed and shit
Hold on, hold on real quickly
Yeah I think I got one
Yeah, all my niggas in the armed forces, or they forced to be armed
For so long we was taught to be wrong
This survival of the fittest boy, we fought to be strong
'Cause it’s a dog-eat-dog world, hold up
All these tangible items I priced 'em
It don’t amount to the spiritual values in writing
No denace, I’ma menace repenting for my sin
When I write, cruise control my wrist is enlightened, blood from my pen
Writing past the margins, I’ve been fighting time
Moving silent, I’ve been hard to find
Lock my body, never trap my mind
Adapt to crime, so we pack a nine, then we dropping dimes
'Cause they want you put away for good
I ain’t crippin' but this music for my neighborhood
So one time for Long Island nigga, Brentwood
Two times for your mind, smoke a backwood
My momma worked way too hard for no recognition
'Member when she had two jobs, one was off commission
In the kitchen very late
Used to sell that Mary Kay like everyday, word to moms
Trials and tribulations, we tired of fucking waiting
Nowadays you get shot over traffic violations
Based off your success, they label you Freemason
Conspiracy theories, got the rap game debating
Don’t know about you, I rhyme to report news
A chip on my shoulder, I rap with a short fuse
You see the whole crew we all rise like a courtroom
Eight years old, I was chasing
Yo, my boy Eraa just gave me a helping hand
Making this promise to y’all
That we gon' put our blood, sweat, and tears into everything we do in this
music game, you feel me?
Even with the odds against us
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