Legends

Lyrics

[Intro:] Dyme-A (haha) Brooklyn (Ghetto Olympics) Crown Fried coming soon (Sheesh) [Hook: Dyme-A-Duzin] Some niggas blood and some niggas crip Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch Some niggas really ain't got nothing, some niggas rich Some niggas die frontin', some niggas live in this shit Nobody gon' speak your truth You got a story? You should tell it Ain't nobody gon' speak your truth It's life lessons, aren't all of them precious? [Verse : Dyme-A-Duzin] These seats only reserved for the legends You need to be seen as superb The good and evil, spittin' words to express 'em That Twitter beef is for the birds and the peasants This is how I get my opinion across Just so happens my delivery is iller than yours No weekend off, ghetto get 'em the torch Keep it lit for a cause Cross the finish when there's shit for the dogs Niggas know had a niche, they saw my skits as a boy That bowtie was meant for a star, know who you are Record labels got the chicken so they stealin' the sauce Praying they don't kill a vision 'fore I get it to y'all Speaking my mind, I spent all of this time being a slave Or getting offered a 360 when we the wave Atlantic didn't give me a chance but either way I advance Even with no advance, stay loyal, stick to the plan Cuz I'd rather give it up than see my momma struggle I gotta hustle The fans ? if I fail As of recent livin' out of hotels Pops skipped out on the rent and didn't give us no help Thought Lighty was the beginning 'til he ended himself Sent from Warner to Atlantic, still the ship didn't sail And every dealer I was dealin' with would end up in jail So it's either sit on the shelf or go and get it myself So this is for my momma, real emcees and the city's honor To flex on these designers and overweight Ian Connors To give these hoes a father and son these niggas like Simba To make ya ? consider to drop ya after I lift ya, it's litty I need at least three thousand to show up On Epic, I'm thinkin', "At least 3K'll show up" I guess I'll be an outcast in his absence GQ with the fashion G.O with preludes and classics, I said [Hook: Dyme-A-Duzin] Some niggas blood and some niggas crip Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch Some niggas really ain't got nothing, some niggas rich Some niggas die frontin', some niggas live in this shit Ain't nobody gon' speak your truth You got a story? You should tell it Ain't nobody gon' speak your truth It's life lessons, aren't all of them precious? From me to you [Outro] Yeah (From me to y-) Dyme-A, haha (It's life lessons, aren't all of them precious? From me to y-) These seats are only reserved… only reserved… For legends Legends (Sheesh)