Текст Blac Youngsta – Court Tomorrow

(Tahj Money)
(D Major, baby)
I gave you niggas my heart and this how you treat me?
Know what I’m sayin’?

Good night
I gotta wake up early morning, I got court tomorrow
I ain’t breakin’ out the old school ’til it’s up to par
Ain’t gon’ stop ’til I put grandmama in that four car garage
I can’t give up on my brothers, they all that I got
Believe me
Where I come from, ain’t no way, I swear to God, believe me
Every time I open up to her I swear she leave me
I don’t get no phone calls from ’em ‘less they need me, yeah

Take a sip, I want two shots of the Henn’
I been goin’ through it lately, bumpin’ 2Pac in my Benz
But it’s all good, baby, I got two Glocks in my jeans (Uh-huh)
I got one bitch at the crib, she left two socks in my dean
I ain’t ever get a chance to let my fans know what I’m goin’ through (Goin’ through)
Goin’ to court every day, swear to God, bro, I’m fightin’ for my life (Fight)
Don’t be ashamed to tell people now if your money gettin’ tight (Tight)
Pray to God it’ll be aight (Pray to God it’ll be aight)
I got the same niggas with me, but I got new styles (Corporate)
I got the same haters mad, but I got a new Lam’ (Fuck ’em)
I got the same mama, went and bought her a new Jag (I love you)
I got the same bitches with me, went and bought a new bag (I love you)

I gotta wake up early morning, I got court tomorrow
I ain’t breakin’ out the old school ’til it’s up to par

I stopped actin’ tough and hard when I realized I was gangster
If you thinkin’ I’m not smart, what the fuck you niggas thinkin’?
(I mean, multimillionaire shit
Welcome to the entertainment business, bitch)
«Booty» went gold (Facts), «Hip Hopper» too (Facts)
I’m a platinum selling artist (Me), what about you?
Don’t believe the hype (Nope), when them niggas say they got you (No)
I can’t be scared of heights (No), I gotta go in the sky too
Everybody gotta die one day, everybody can’t eat off one plate
Everybody need they own lunch tray (Shit good)
Every nigga ain’t Jay-Z (Yeah)
Every chick ain’t Beyoncé (Yeah)
Fuck boy wanna race me
And I’m goin’ down a one way
If I win, pay me or it’s gunplay

I gotta wake up early morning, I got court tomorrow
I ain’t breakin’ out the old school ’til it’s up to par
Ain’t gon’ stop ’til I put grandmama in that four car garage
I can’t give up on my brothers, they all that I got
Believe me
Where I come from, ain’t no way, I swear to God, believe me
Every time I open up to her I swear she leave me
I don’t get no phone calls from ’em ‘less they need me, yeah