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letra de lost dayz - mad-e the black talent

listen to my tape
the n-gga that’s been buried
mad-e’s gonna say
his own life story
don’t try to judge me
only god can judge me
no one is above me
no one ever liked me
no one was like me
on my own since 14
up all night taking coffee beans
i’m f-ckin broke
i might be dope
but i lost hope
long time ago
back to 2015
i worked for my uncle
like a f-ckin stranger
12 hours everyday
just to get daily paid
gave a lot money
to daddy and mommy
a year and a half
never smile never laugh
a worker from the staff
i had no cash
i gotta pay the rent
they say no pain no gain
i had a lot of pain
but i ain’t never gained
nothing at all
i had one goal
to be a famous rapper
to have a lot of paper
that’s the real sh-t that i’m saying
listen to me n-gga
i ain’t famous yet
but i’m gonna make it
they used to say i rap too much
they used to say i sing too much
they don’t know i smoke too much
dumb broke young male
known as the fool
cause i dropped outta high school
yeah i ain’t cool
but i ain’t no quitter
ima get better
ima take my own chance
ima be a bigger man
ima take one stand
that’s thug life
it’s hard n-gga never stop fighting
for your life n-gga
it’s late in the night
and i’m still in the streets thugging
waiting to rob somebody
waiting to get some money
start running with my homie
i don’t love them phonies
a n-gga from the gutter
n-gga ain’t sleeping
it’s 2019
i am only 17
mama told me to leave
daddy took a hit
the anger that i felt
now i gotta work
to get my living
step by step
day by day
i gotta go away
to my home town la
n-ggas on the other side
phone calls every night
telling me we’re broke
we can’t f-ckin help you
i’m on my own
listen to my music
again and again
my name is mad-e
mad as insane
e from my name
long way to fame
in this rap game
especially around here
i’m the one to blame
they gonna put the aim
on the way that i am
they think i only claim
but i’m not playin
the dream is what i’m chasing
i’m dying everyday
starving every night
pac thought me how to keep fighting for my life
i don’t know if i’m tough
enough
to face em rough stuff
take a puff of my blunt
and i cough while saying f-ck off
all my n-ggas in the hood
put ya hands up
it’s on now i’m climbing
all the way up
got a six ticks knife on my belt side
for my late nights
i’m walkin all alone
all along ain’t got no fan
ain’t got no safe zone
don’t know the way home
i’m a lost boat
ain’t no motherf-ckin rope
to keep close to the land
i ain’t got no plan
i’m a self-made man
will i make it to my older days
lot of questions asked
from them masked faces
motherf-ckers racists
chilling with my n-ggas on our corner
see cop with his ak
quick hide the weed
i don’t want to be locked up for years
yeah i got bars
but you ain’t no got ears

- mad e the black talent

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