Текст Futuristic – Gut Puncher
Текст:
Yeah, uh
Why you so mad, homie? (Yeah)
Always say what you have, homie (Yeah)
You got the cash, you got the bag
Your whip is fast, your chick is bad, you don’t have to brag, homie
I been listening closely
Lately you sounding upset
It seem like your life is a mess
I can tell that you depressed
You got all of these regrets by the people you left
Always chasing a check, let it hang ’round yo neck
Can’t believe what it says and diamonds and all them designs you decidin’ to put in your fashion
They gotta be pressured, gotta be feeling the wreck
Becoming obsessed with success, I look at you and now I know that I’m blessed
The game is a test, sometimes more is less and you more or less too stressed
You got power now with no common ground with anyone around, now that’s death (Huh?)
I can tell you fame ain’t what it seems
I can tell you money ain’t a thing
I can tell you happiness a choice
I can tell you the importance of your voice
Money is numbers and numbers don’t mend
Happiness come from your family and friends
Meaning in life is now riding a trend, most people looking for where to begin
They glorifying the guns and the drugs
I’m trying to show you the light and the love
I’m looking back at the things that I’ve done
Mama is proud about who I’ve become
Money is numbers and numbers don’t mend
Happiness come from your family and friends
They glorifying the guns and the drugs
I’m trying to show you the light and the love
I’m looking back at the things that I’ve done
Mama is proud about who I’ve become
Take my name
Take my shine
Waste my money, not my time
Live my life by design
Walk by faith, not by sight
Look, the crazy thing about having something is now you have something to lose
I remember as a young rapper I ain’t have nothing, I was on the move
Trying to turn these little raps to a little cash, but who woulda knew
I’d have a couple plaques, couple hundred racks, still feel like something that I’ve got to prove
Look, I could tell you how to seal it all up
How to make you feel like you’ve never got enough
You scroll through the phone and you feel so alone
So you close it and open it right back up, that’s addiction
Tyrone
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with the itching
Don’t you get lost in the fiction
‘Cause on the ‘Gram, they looking like dang
Real life you think they magicians
Got to be hungry, never be thirsty, know the difference (Know the difference)
Know your self-worth is not your net-worth, God my witness (God my witness)
Time isn’t money, time is everything on my wish list
So you tell me what rich is
It’s always a bigger pound of bigger fishes
I can tell you fame ain’t what it seems
I can tell you money ain’t a thing
I can tell you happiness a choice
I can tell you the importance of your voice
