Selfex Grindin' 4 A Dream (feat. Lcysta)
Verse 1
I have already thought ahead before you even know
You thought about suicide, leave the money though
Early hit the studio, to reach stil have an inch
I only light one, the day we gotta clinch
No one knows what it's about to come
I ain't sayin' nothin', I tell over the drums
Fool ! Far-sighted not a though-reader
I was a wack writer, now you be my top reader
It's time for me to do it gently, I open a page
Inside, wrintings freed the beast that was trapped in a cage
I realized under the spotlight the rumors abound
Do you stil wonder why do some people astound ?
Lost & I found, my shit was around
Came up with no priviledge, it was pretty profound
Hallelujah ! Leading to the God !
Today, I can definetely say it's my only job
Chorus
Can't stop 'til I get a strike
Writing you the best song, now I'm on sight
Inviting you to a restaurant man I'm cooking up
Hater show me luv, traitor show me luv
Hater show me luv, hater, hater show me luv (waa)
Man you gotta say som', I be on the mic
It's for me to play som', then you gonna like
How you gonna like ? Why you gonna like ?
Gotta give it to ya
Verse 2
I never leave, I've got my souvenirs
Think big, raise a glass cheers (uh)
Read my mind on a black sweater
Fist in the air, to the great leaders (blessed)
Proud to see that all my brothers care
I put on, otherwise I can't go anywhere
New shit ! Kinda like bootleg
But I've been cleaning with a damp rag (aaah)
I have no lines for a fat ass
I look too big for the upper class (rebel)
Unstable for the middle class (class)
Way too short for the lower class
Bitch ! No ties on my dad's collar
That new school shit is the new flavor
Ain't got too much time, so i'll do it asap
I am certainly gonna use it for some f..ckin' rap
Chorus
Can't stop 'til I get a strike
Writing you the best song, now I'm on sight
Inviting you to a restaurant man I'm cooking up
Hater show me luv, traitor show me luv
Hater show me luv, hater, hater show me luv (waa)
Man you gotta say som', I be on the mic
It's for me to play som', then you gonna like
How you gonna like ? Why you gonna like ?
Gotta give it to ya
Verse 3 (Lcysta)
Si c'est gratuit aujourd'hui c'est parce que l'taf paye dur (dur, dur)
J'ai envie de réussir on m'a dit qu'la file d'attente est plus longue à la préfecture
Donc j'inspire fort, zappe la concu
Une vie et je me sens pleinement dedans quand j'ai des vues sur ton corps
J'met mes couilles sur la table, et quand j'les passe en stud
En famille ou en répète, j'le tue et j'me bute à la tâche
Je brûle d'envie de leur mettre (yeah)
J'ai ce putain de flux
Pas envie d'avoir un plan de survie, je veux juste vivre (go tell'em)
Pas dans le modèle qu'ils me dessinent
Pour célébrer, à nos santé j'tise
La vitesse, tu l'apprécies et ça t'excite
C'est quand t'es en roue libre que tu pries (amen)
Que c'est déjà trop tard, qu'tu vois ta vie qui défile
Chorus
Can't stop 'til I get a strike
Writing you the best song, now I'm on sight
Inviting you to a restaurant man I'm cooking up
Hater show me luv, traitor show me luv
Hater show me luv, hater, hater show me luv (waa)
Man you gotta say som', I be on the mic
It's for me to play som', then you gonna like
How you gonna like ? Why you gonna like ?
Gotta give it to ya