Expectations Songtext
von Robert Glasper feat. Baby Rose & Rapsody
Expectations Songtext
Fuck your expectations
Fuck your reservations
Fuck your validation
The same for entertainment
In these situations, trials and tribulations
It get′s frustratin'
I want to runaway babe
I′m in the city where the shots are raining
Those who calling their calls are shaming
When they move, they move like the snakes in
Better come and make shift
How does may shift
My hands are shaking
Wonder if I'll overtake this
Wonder if I'll ever make it out
Fuck your expectations
Fuck your reservations
Fuck your validation
The same for entertainment
In these situations, with this stipulations
It get′s frustratin′
I want to runaway babe
I'll be dreaming but I ain′t got to pay in
But I'm knowing that I come from greatness
And my veins is stemmed from her making
I′m pulling from pain my motivation
To raise the stake in
I'm in this rat race
I′ll admit I'm anxious
I won't be intimidated
Yeah, you played yourself (why′d you do that?)
Bunch of torn ACL′s
Trying to raise me my marathon like ATLs (Yeah)
So bust through the door HGLs
Rose, they bet against me Kendrick and Cole, K.R.I.T
That famous shit (yeah), we never begged for it (never)
Grabbed the game by the balls without showing a tit (ha)
Still milked it ho, ya own 2% (wow)
But I be on em like OWN, Oprah Winfrey (Oprah)
This one is for all the Indians (yeah)
Ya'll used to talk about rap being ugly and black
Now I am pretty much the greatest bitch in (now)
Expected me to fall, did it 9 times
Now ya′ll see I'm in my 10th year
Count my winnings (ha)
Look into the future, I don′t see no ending (nah)
It's a bird, it′s a plane, yeah I'm still ascending (fo' sho)
Expected ya′ll to do better by us
But we looking towards everyone but us depending (ah)
On them to give a fuck (give a fuck)
I don′t wear Gucci, for you for us (yeah)
Only labels I give dollars to and trust (come on)
You can throw shots, don't expect me to duck (no)
I′m on yo' head, a rose in the concrete
Baby Rose tell these foes they can′t compete (tell 'em Rose)
See the god, they gonna see the god (uh)
Jehovah, Buddha, whoever that they pray to dog (whoever)
I ain′t the one, just for fun can come
Battle in my head, a nigga been ready to run (bup bup bup)
Rap, expect that mother fucker' (mother fucker)
Expect that, none other (none other)
Than the greatest, meh, call me the GOAT (rap)
Tell these niggas I don't mean to gloat
But you know I got you for real
Fuck your expectations
Fuck your reservations
Fuck your validation
The same for entertainment
In these situations, trials and tribulations
It get′s frustratin′
Trying to overtake it
Fuck your expectations
Fuck your reservations
Fuck your validation
The same for entertainment
In these situations, trials and tribulations
It get's frustratin′
Trying to overtake it
Fuck your reservations
Fuck your validation
The same for entertainment
In these situations, trials and tribulations
It get′s frustratin'
I want to runaway babe
I′m in the city where the shots are raining
Those who calling their calls are shaming
When they move, they move like the snakes in
Better come and make shift
How does may shift
My hands are shaking
Wonder if I'll overtake this
Wonder if I'll ever make it out
Fuck your expectations
Fuck your reservations
Fuck your validation
The same for entertainment
In these situations, with this stipulations
It get′s frustratin′
I want to runaway babe
I'll be dreaming but I ain′t got to pay in
But I'm knowing that I come from greatness
And my veins is stemmed from her making
I′m pulling from pain my motivation
To raise the stake in
I'm in this rat race
I′ll admit I'm anxious
I won't be intimidated
Yeah, you played yourself (why′d you do that?)
Bunch of torn ACL′s
Trying to raise me my marathon like ATLs (Yeah)
So bust through the door HGLs
Rose, they bet against me Kendrick and Cole, K.R.I.T
That famous shit (yeah), we never begged for it (never)
Grabbed the game by the balls without showing a tit (ha)
Still milked it ho, ya own 2% (wow)
But I be on em like OWN, Oprah Winfrey (Oprah)
This one is for all the Indians (yeah)
Ya'll used to talk about rap being ugly and black
Now I am pretty much the greatest bitch in (now)
Expected me to fall, did it 9 times
Now ya′ll see I'm in my 10th year
Count my winnings (ha)
Look into the future, I don′t see no ending (nah)
It's a bird, it′s a plane, yeah I'm still ascending (fo' sho)
Expected ya′ll to do better by us
But we looking towards everyone but us depending (ah)
On them to give a fuck (give a fuck)
I don′t wear Gucci, for you for us (yeah)
Only labels I give dollars to and trust (come on)
You can throw shots, don't expect me to duck (no)
I′m on yo' head, a rose in the concrete
Baby Rose tell these foes they can′t compete (tell 'em Rose)
See the god, they gonna see the god (uh)
Jehovah, Buddha, whoever that they pray to dog (whoever)
I ain′t the one, just for fun can come
Battle in my head, a nigga been ready to run (bup bup bup)
Rap, expect that mother fucker' (mother fucker)
Expect that, none other (none other)
Than the greatest, meh, call me the GOAT (rap)
Tell these niggas I don't mean to gloat
But you know I got you for real
Fuck your expectations
Fuck your reservations
Fuck your validation
The same for entertainment
In these situations, trials and tribulations
It get′s frustratin′
Trying to overtake it
Fuck your expectations
Fuck your reservations
Fuck your validation
The same for entertainment
In these situations, trials and tribulations
It get's frustratin′
Trying to overtake it
Writer(s): Derrick Hodge, Christopher Dave, Robert Glasper, Marlanna Evans, Baby Rose, Davionne, Tim Maxey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
