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a-roy - nicest in the city كلمات الأغنية

(verse 1-dru b shinin’)
all the doubters in my past screaming f-ck em now
like the superman ride a lot of ups and downs
like that girl in ’07 lost my feet so i can’t even walk
so much on my mind that i can’t even talk
cl-ss is in session and i don’t need no chalk
need no black board
they ask me what i’m shooting for?
man i’m trying to bank just like a backboard
coming through the underground sneaking in through the back door
and y’all be hating, sleeping, call it pillow talk
y’all get tossed on the ground just like a ‘rillo box
y’all get thrown in the wind just like some cellaphane
looking for that fire well holla i got h-lla flame
took a loss, homie i ain’t about to pout
lost some stacks, swear that i’ma get ‘em back
when it comes to countin’, homie don’t ever count me out
early in the morning i shower and then i’m out the house… early

(chorus-scratches)

(verse 2 -a-roy)
why the h-ll am i here? what the f-ck am i doing?
i’m ruined and all of my cash is consumed by the school
i’m a fool to think that this is paying dues
when the f-ckin’ rent is due, and due to student loans i’m screwed
so i crack a case of brew, blue moon
lay back in my living room bumpin’ screw tunes
drunk by myself, i get a visit from my muse
grab my pen and pad and write a rhyme about the blues
every time i rap i’m giving birth from my soul
the words are my baby, the beat becomes her clothes
my lady always worried bout me chasing after hoes
i laugh cuz i only fantasize of goin’ gold
but i don’t need a deal cuz i don’t want my music meddled with
but i want the money got bills that need settling
whips that need pedaling, outfits need the freshest
‘cause when i put it on for my city’s how i’m reppin’

(chorus)

(verse 3-dru b shinin’)
life ain’t always perfect the purpose is so elusive
get paper and do this music i know that something missing
not a christian no religion but something crossing my mind
like ashes on ashe wednesday there’s something lost i can’t find
no gps can find it, my album, i just rewind it
to better days when the climate, was beautiful, sun was shining
studio i was rhyming just rapping my pain
i started grinding, that’s where it changed, sacrifice everything
so i’m praying to god, one day, living my dream
because, making it’s hard, i enlisted a team
a couple friends, one common goal
no instruments in the trunk, but we on the road
this instrumental it bumps, it sparks your soul
eyejay did his part now its on my flow
cold world, you better cover up
toss alley-oops to the homies so the can f-ckin’ dunk

(chorus)

(verse 4-a-roy)
i ain’t finished i replenish never timid and my style is never rigid
lyrically vivid, i’m rap’s popeye on his spinach
flex my tongue with plenty reps over heavy beats
the same tongue had your girl sprung the other week…
and you know what i mean, but back to me
and all these critics who refuse to see i’m gifted – y’all trippin’
this rap sh-t i’m k!llin’, feelin’ disrespected
when i genuflect to introspective verses, with or without the curses
the m-sses longing for those lazy flows it’s crazy yo
but i refuse to keep the bar low i’m climbing
your braggadocio grows like pinnochio’s nose you lying
blowing smoke with all that okey doke rhyming
so if this the last you hear from a dash r-o-y
i, gave you the realest sh-t i ever wrote “against all odds”
so keep me on your ipod, keep me in your deck
and keep the faith that hip hop is soon to resurrect in texas!

- a roy

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