letra de the spotlight - the messiah [of teamsesh]
they don’t wanna see my n-gg-s in the spotlight (but we did it)
i been waitin for this hit my whole life (but we did it)
if the industry was tv, i guess rap would be my show
but it’s no time for commercials, b-tch this not the superbowl
take my gun everywhere i go but i’ll sell that before my soul
on the beat i go too far, i f-ck around and pay a toll
told about the second tape and i knew i had a soul
though i always wondered what these b-tches would do for a pot of gold
she tryin to tell me what she know
you must know my future miss cleo
i been so clean that i don’t need a po
even though i got bills like cosby
and i wasn’t born rich like theo
i’m tryin to go national geo
my shit is hot enjoy your cappuccino
they just act like gangstas
boy they got pacino
messiah spit game like he ate at casinos
i am a boss just like nino
my new car is real, like carly
i’m startin to feel like bazino
i need them c notes
i had ta cut up like a butcher just so i could stack up a meat roll
them hundreds, i need those
we see asay with the camera, man he knew just what to do
sacrifice just for the brook now n-gg-s call him red and blue
r.e. said what tech was nexin
i said f-ck it it’s the stew
m.p. got a check for thousands and he spent it on a boof
haze said we takin over with this tape i think it’s true
cause his beats complete the visions of the dreams that i pursue
ain’t no b-tch that i pursue
these b-tches wilder than a zoo
laid up with a yellow b-tch until there’s babies out the blue
that shit fool, but it’s true, so i practice what i preach
i put money over hoes, but my b-tches tried to reach
like a waiter or a cater i just make sure that we eat
get the money, then i’m gone like cancel or delete
now we’ll see who’ll make it to hollywood
you would think american idol[?]
i call up mp when i’m feelin empty bro i got a link with the microphone
been out with the weapons, sometimes i might check it
but that’s just to see what mode i am on
shots to his spleen [?] body goin lean
like the drink that i pour in my styrofoam
sippin this lean out my styrofoam
mp gon pull up a session
they trippin, they thought i was second
wake em up like parents or paramedics
there’s too many b-tches with different connections
i’m all in they jeans, i ain’t talkin genetics
my n-gg-‘s next, put that on my soul
if it ain’t just me [?] it’s pot of gold
they don’t wanna see my n-gg-s in the spotlight (but we did it)
i been waitin for this hit my whole life
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