Gift & a Curse

Lyrics

[Intro]: Chh-yeahh Now I normally don't have much to say I usually let the music speak for itself A nigga been up, a nigga been down, we been everywhere in between All this shit, you know when they say all that glitters ain't gold We been runnin' this shit, we been runnin' this shit for quite some time Shit, all this shit look fun You know it's a give and a take, it's pros and cons I guess it's um... I guess you can say it's a gift and a curse For lack of a better word [Verse 1: Starlito] Lito... Making a living from a microphone, come with microaggresions One of the many downsides of putting your life on these records I got a life outside of rappin', niggas act like that come second So I might sound aggrеssive when you write mе a message Guess that's the price of fame, never be quite the same They say I love you Lito, you might not like Jermaine Everybody switched up on me, I got the right to change Niggas know I got shit to lose, get to playing all types of games, indictments came a few times... I fought though, advise you not to do crime, they say crime pays but it cost more Also you want peace of mind, yeah I thought so Somedays I got to keep from crying, cause me and Dolph was close I don't really fuck with talk shows, nor interviews, wanna interrogate me on Youtube? I was in the streets, ain't got shit to prove, if you knew the truth it's a lose lose I was really in the headlines, reporting live, talkin' news crew, talkin' top stories, that's paranoia, gettin' all this money and you can't enjoy it How you having problems that ain't even yours, got to weather the storm when it rains it pours Say you love me, but you ain't loyal When it goes wrong, I get blamed for it Clear my mind, I try to cope by grindin' more Tell you the truth I ain't even trippin', that's what I signed up for How Much Is It? Tell you the truth this what I signed up for [Verse 2: Don Trip] Yeah What's the price for fame? Yeah, let me find my receipt and I can tell you how much that I paid I was pushin' them pounds, before I made a single penny out of music Now I hear a check clears, everybody feel entitled to it Old homies think I owe them something, cause they knew me back when I ain't had shit That's why I never had a future, cause them niggas stuck living in the past tense I got a bag and they been on my ass sense Niggas passed on me, till I passed them What they really want me is to crash out like a crash dummy in a crash test Mad I ain't waved the white flag yet, bet against me then you placed a bad bet Never walk in my shoes, cause I don't half ass or half step What comes around goes around, I bet they get the message like I sent the mass text I used to rock Payless, now I'm so fly forgot to get my bags checked Had a taste of success, that created adversaries that I ain't ever met And a few I really thought was cool, if they ain't showed their colors shit I would've never guessed Wonder who gone stay true, as I take a long look around the room But I know that only time gone tell, next episode, niggas stay tuned Long live Pif