Forward Songtext
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Forward Songtext
Schrodinger′s emcee,
Whether i'm dead or alive you gotta respect me
I′m tired of politcs and tired of press briefs
And i'm tired of college kids with the try hard aesthetics
I learned less from college than from the wiki binge
And learned more from Molly than from religious men
Always thought out of boxes like I finished confessing
Probably woulda quit rappin if not for Desh he called me on the phone
And said Coleman you gotta send a message
Or else they one tell the story without you and they'll embellish
I had to tell it I stay up til 4AM dealin with my stress
The only way i know how, a neat sip of High West
I′m not from the South and I′m not from the projects,
I'm from the place where Tony Soprano was shot dead
Dirty Jersey baby
Apologies for the spoiler
I didn′t start from the bottom but i did start up from boredom.
I'll play the artist when critics need to be drawn up and quartered
Purchase whatever′s in front of me just to toss it in storage
So in the end I suppose you could say i'm paying it forward
Payin it forward
Payin it forward
Payin it forward
Payin it forward
Stick to the fact s ma′am
Before i published a word, i was writing raps fam
It's the revenge of the kid with the rolley backback
Silverware matte black, eating steady
And always seein too many people or not enough
And often dealin with niggas who only want a cut, fuck 'em
The rap game got more puppets than a muppet function
And more dumb babies than the product of cousin-fuckin
Juilliard dropout, made the city my school
Now every house is brought down like the titties can move
But i gotta give the credit where credit is due
That′s why i give to myself and don′t give it to you
You know i hate to see women in pain
But i also hate all commitments that fuck with my game,
Though me and failure's been mixin like oil & rain
They still tryna soil my name,
Critics gotta get paid, i brush it off
Mama raised a loyal & diligent maid
When the story is written and all of the riddles explained,
I wonder if they′ll fill up a page,
Or just a footnote, in the meantime
Gotta forward
Gotta forward
Gotta forward
Gotta forward
Whether i'm dead or alive you gotta respect me
I′m tired of politcs and tired of press briefs
And i'm tired of college kids with the try hard aesthetics
I learned less from college than from the wiki binge
And learned more from Molly than from religious men
Always thought out of boxes like I finished confessing
Probably woulda quit rappin if not for Desh he called me on the phone
And said Coleman you gotta send a message
Or else they one tell the story without you and they'll embellish
I had to tell it I stay up til 4AM dealin with my stress
The only way i know how, a neat sip of High West
I′m not from the South and I′m not from the projects,
I'm from the place where Tony Soprano was shot dead
Dirty Jersey baby
Apologies for the spoiler
I didn′t start from the bottom but i did start up from boredom.
I'll play the artist when critics need to be drawn up and quartered
Purchase whatever′s in front of me just to toss it in storage
So in the end I suppose you could say i'm paying it forward
Payin it forward
Payin it forward
Payin it forward
Payin it forward
Stick to the fact s ma′am
Before i published a word, i was writing raps fam
It's the revenge of the kid with the rolley backback
Silverware matte black, eating steady
And always seein too many people or not enough
And often dealin with niggas who only want a cut, fuck 'em
The rap game got more puppets than a muppet function
And more dumb babies than the product of cousin-fuckin
Juilliard dropout, made the city my school
Now every house is brought down like the titties can move
But i gotta give the credit where credit is due
That′s why i give to myself and don′t give it to you
You know i hate to see women in pain
But i also hate all commitments that fuck with my game,
Though me and failure's been mixin like oil & rain
They still tryna soil my name,
Critics gotta get paid, i brush it off
Mama raised a loyal & diligent maid
When the story is written and all of the riddles explained,
I wonder if they′ll fill up a page,
Or just a footnote, in the meantime
Gotta forward
Gotta forward
Gotta forward
Gotta forward
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