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  • Текст песни Cordae - Thornton Street

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    Yeah, uh
    Hey, yo
    Alright
    My mom had a nigga at the age of fifteen
    Was forced to drop out of school to take care of a king
    She had a desire to sing and I admire these things
    At times a nigga feel guilty, I retired her dreams
    Imagine, sky's the limit, you mind your business
    Then you pregnant with a street nigga baby, the odds against us
    But never mind 'cause your son be livin' upper echelon
    They be talkin' 'bout me from the barbershops to hair salons
    Real impact, somethin' you never could fathom
    My first album went gold, I think my next one is platinum
    And it's okay that you ain't think that I would make it in rappin'
    You wanted me to go school so I could make somethin' happen
    I understand it, the way shit is goin', you couldn't plan it
    But raisin' two kids on your own, how did you manage?
    From apartments to trailers, was livin' with granny
    Years later, front row, it's how we sit at the Grammy's
    And say, we all gotta cry sometimes
    Unfortunate, when our loved ones die, wish I could buy some time
    I be stressin' so of course I get high sometimes
    Mix the Puma with Givenchy to get fly sometimes
    And yeah, we all gotta live someday
    Woke up plottin' on my next move, we tryna get rich one day
    Have a house with a wife and some kids one day
    Damn, I got somethin' to say
    Ayo, section eight with foods stamps, refrigerator was packed
    You hate it when I talk about this, but I'm statin' the facts
    Before I dropped "Family Matters," should've sent them a text
    I guess that shit was only right that the resentment was next
    My pops taught me a lot, I give that nigga respect
    He went to prison for a while and used to call me collect
    And yeah, we lived in different states but we would always connect
    When I got robbed at gunpoint, you took the bus up to check
    Almost lost my favorite aunt because of shit that I said
    Niggas formin' their opinions based on shit that they read
    I be dealin' with a lot, I take this shit to the head
    No complainin', though this shit is ultra drainin'
    My whole life is a canvas, I'm supposed to paint it
    You can't tell? I'm the new Jean-Michel
    My future is a sure thing like the don Miguel
    This ain't background music, boy, these rhymes are felt
    They say, we all gotta cry sometimes
    Unfortunate, when our loved ones die, wish I could buy some time
    I be stressin' so of course I get high sometimes
    Mix the Puma with Givenchy to get fly sometimes
    And yeah, we all gotta live someday
    Woke up plottin' on my next move, we tryna get rich one day
    Have a house with a wife and some kids one day
    Damn, I got somethin' to say
    Uh, yeah, you know, uh
    This four-pack, man
    It's just, all songs from the heart, dawg
    Just somethin' to hold y'all over 'til I'm done with the album
    Man, truth be told, uh
    I'm more of a perfectionist than anything
    But um, next body of work comin' soon
    "From A Bird's Eye View"

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