44 Bars - Bulliano

If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Come some more into my sight Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged No matter what happens, everything ain't gon' be the same The incredible album, what an incredible outcome I grip the mic and then talk to the people like I'm Malcolm I used to think the fame and money was the motivation Until I toured the world and met the people face to face and Understood that the power was harnessed in that basement It ain't about the money and notoriety It's about the people and making a difference in society But don't get it twisted, this life I'm living is like a movie The Godfather, the Goodfella wielding an Uzi One with the people, if the people is wondering who's he? Same level, the same rebel that never settled Pullin' strings like Geppeto who overcame the ghetto And I know you wrote me and I still ain't answered Cause shit is different now, it's forced upon me Different stances I used to spend all my time conversing with you But now I write this song to let you know I'm hurting with you Shit is too big, but let's be honest, man It's kinda bittersweet, besides the shows and meet and greets y'all only see me on the street And even then, that shit is rare—I just don't go outside Cause honestly I don't fuck with this world, I'd rather hide That misconception, "Cause I rap, I must be filled with pride" Shit I ain't perfect, if you heard different then someone lied People in my ear telling me, "Talk that shit" Actions speak louder than words, I'd rather walk that shit Since the first album I'm one of the highest earners on the label Within six months I put the second one on they table I've played sold out shows in parts of the world I can't pronounce Release the tickets, watch them disappear when we announce Fuck all that murderous syllable shit right now Just let me bounce The mood around me is people smokin' that by the ounce Leave Friday for the show and come back Monday with a hundred grand Don't fuck with checks, so when I bounce I prefer cash in hand You know my first week looking crazy due to high demand Cause people don't buy music in this day and age They buy the brand There's ups and downs, don't get me wrong But back when I ain't have shit Felt like I would've sold my soul to make it with this rap shit Thank God he never let Lucifer close enough to ask Let me attain it by workin' hard and busting my ass Achieved a lot in life, but what's a lot with more to gain? At least I don't drink to avoid the hurt, we call that Champagne Come some more into my sight Come some more into my sight...