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letra de green - hush mob

green

[verse 1: michaelangelo]
never
can i change, know the pain run through my vains
mane i’m never half steppin’ reppin’ like i gotta chain
like i be big daddy kane, i’m boutta go insane. i just
wanna rap, make some money, f-ck the fame
if i get it they gon’ say “he a sell out, what a shame!”
all yall can suck a d-ck and stop acting like a b-tch
foreal, don’t say you trill, when you don’t fit the bill
my sk!lls could make you feel, like gettin a deal ain’t even possible. you step to michaelangelo ill be ya biggest obstacle try me. i’m havin fun with it. really, i want to run this sh-t
put ya spit on wax and rap, like u be coming with raw bars, cussin, gettin loud like car alarms, sh-t..
they saw the raw like riki in baseball
marty, that’s my brother but i’m feeling like we drifting
tension like the popo and some dark skin, keep yo distance, feeding off the negative, just chillin’ reminiscing. itchin’ for some rap beef. lookin’ at me puzzled. yeah i’m troubled, i just act sweet. please all you rappers, diss w your best sh-t
craving compet-tion, see these throats, i gotta neck list
check it check it out, i’m the young and the restless
that’s lead over bead, so you know i got the best sh-t
chilling with my dogs, while u tryna find yo next b-tch
keep yo sh-t together. you rappin, don’t make sense tho
i’m checkin every letter while my sh-t is like some mentos
f-ck all you squares, something’s fishy like you bento
i represent the purple like the kings of sacramento. i represent the bay, 408, just to let y’all know…that i’m representing us!
if u hate, you a disgrace. we don’t really give a f-ck. fsho (2x)

back when we was sleeping at the red roof motel
don’t you ever tell me – you ain’t struggle in this lifetime
lookin’ for my parents, couldn’t sleep up in the night time always tell my friends, that my papa out of town
lookin at my clothes, hand me downs, how we get down
grew up with the dirty, but i still found respect
and i never use the n word, you gotta respect it
all y’all listening to arrogance your mind infected
here you go take this l, if you wouldn’t say the word to a random black male, then you don’t got the right
is you stupid or just crazy?
i just see the ignorance and people still amaze me
there is no respect, but i guess we’ll never change
as long as u hate, things will always stay the same
and n0body’s perfect, and people get lost but know
that every soul is worth it

[hook]
green. tryna get that cream. do it for myself and i do it for my queen. this has always been the dream since the age of fifteen

[verse: 2]
y’all just don’t know how good you got it, and it irks me
grinding all my life, got my mind in the 30’s
back when tall t’s, baggy jeans and a jersey
i was just a kid, but f-ck my life was a journey
grew up with this sh-t, man i peeped the game early
tell me what you say, it’s a bay thing, and i stay chasing
while i stay blazing. while i stay facing, all this bullsh-t
that’s a pitbull and a shih tzu
tell me why they mugging when they really want no issues?
they don’t wanna hear it, it’s the death of conscious rap
you know they say it’s obsolete. d’evils here on the earth
the holy trinity defeat. while the beast making beats ain’t no peace in the streets
gotta move to ecuador. thinking bout the past, back when we was h-lla poor. i was never feeling school, gonna leave and be absent. wrote a couple rhyme, knew the kid had talent
then i found some balance, see i – fell in love, now i’m chilling kinda stagnant. but i’m getting back to it, the music, i’m going stupid. gaining, never losing, there’s always room for improvements. shout out to my homies, diego, kelvin, and dewey – jaimie, tatiana, i gotta shout out my momma
i’ma do this if it k!lls me. do it for the real g’s
yo i’ve always been a man since papa was found guilty
livin w some roaches, and rats it’s h-lla filthy
now i go to school still roaches and rats
and f-ck i did the math, if i – put my time and i write a couple rhymes, and in real due time you could really feel my wrath. they don’t wanna combine our minds, they wanna laugh
they wanna talk sh-t, they wanna talk behind our backs
they addicted to the fakery
you gotta break the chains from your brain, mental slavery

[hook]
green. tryna get that cream. do it for myself and i do it for my queen. this has always been the dream since the age of fifteen

[verse 3]
you see the music took the pain away
i’m tryna help somebody if they taking it from day to day
i feel like reals dying out. there’s just a couple in my database everybody fake as sh-t! they don’t want you making it
if they don’t get a taste of it. simple and plain
n0body using they brain. while i try to elevate
they just staying the same
see i – grew up with no papa, but probably if we would’ve
sh-t a’ been a lot of [pa! pa!] out came the police, surprise
took ’em, wal-ah! out with the handcuffs
and in with the stress now, disgraced being a junior
had to name me michael yambao. but don’t get it twisted
and don’t forget the angelo
rap got infected, and i’m the f-cking antidote
turn me down!
they don’t wanna hear the positive, the opposite attracts
f-ck the politics! y’all just ignorant to all of it
blindly gonna follow it
i try to do some good, but it’s so hard to be polite
why is it like they don’t wanna see my nice?
cuz you get what you give, so ima treat you like you treat me but they still acting stupid! blaming rap music
they would rather be a part of the problem then the solution
baycement that’s the movement, from the bottom to the top gotta free your self from ignorance
go against the grain and don’t ever be afraid to be different they just follow all the trends
most things are easy but just hard to comprehend
gotta open up your mind and your heart, you can’t pretend
can’t be tryna fake the funk. gotta really know what’s up!
i been to h-ll and came back i did that sh-t already
and i still keep a smile on like dominic j-petti
every – body, wanna act like they been through
frontin up in this school, acting like that sh-ts cool. f-ck!
what y’all know about the struggle or the grind or the hustle?
i was taking sh-t and selling it, middle school got h-lla lip dropped out and made dough and gained some d-mn intelligence. systematic, they wantin’ me to stay average
most a y’all – will really never understand it
when you privileged, and not raised right
you get a bunch of suckas!
ones who think they better, but they punk mother f-ckas!
ones who talkin sh-t, idolizing every rapper like that’s they life they can never stay right
some try to rap and that sh-t’ll crash and burn
and i don’t knock the hustle, but i do knock the posers, and the phonies. talking out the side of they neck, it’s straight baloney
and y’all don’t give respect, so you ain’t ever gonna get it
my era scared of love, so they taking it for granted
they not seeing the advantage of the beauty and the magic look within the fabric, ain’t n0body wanna be
alone and all grown, with a cynical tone
because these other rappers told me:
“b-tches ain’t sh-t” listen here right quick
not every woman is a b-tch
not every man gon’ be a pr-ck
me? i’d rather settle down with the one that’ll motivate you
knowing you gon’ stay true. with a sacred heart like jesus
take a step back, and really look at what you value
does it set you back or actually further you in life
they still drinking, doing mad drugs, knowing it ain’t right
just a temporary fix, think it necessary sh-t
they don’t wanna show me love but i don’t even give a f-ck
but if you wanna talk sh-t, better be no subliminals
i be k!lling those, motherf-ckin’ unoriginals
talking all that sh-t, but it’s never to my face

[outro]
better play back this track, cuz i’m not a broken record
listen to message. channeled my aggression, cuz i counted all my blessings. really everything’s a lesson
back when i was just a freshmen i didn’t need any attention
came back from oppression
all my life, i been a problem child, so problems i prevented
so always be aware of the snakes in the gr-ss
when they fake, know the traits
it ain’t safe, you’ll get stabbed
so i stayed in the lab, and created h-lla slaps
and i waited till the twelfth grade to have the last laugh focused on the craft and i re wrote every draft
really its a fact , this type of record don’t sell
but f-ck i know that well. i would rather be the realist
than the sickest in the game
see my generation lost h-lla wicked in the brain
it’s insane just think, where i came from
if you talking bout’ this dream
i don’t really think we talking bout the same one

green

- hush mob

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