Here Ye Hear Ye song by T.I. from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Here Ye Hear Ye Meaning
| [[Intro: Pharrell] Yup! Um Ugh Yeah [Verse 1: Pharrell] There’s a rainbow everywhere dependin’ on where you stand Whether the dashboard of yay or the walls 100 grand each Double R, interior tan, outside is peach Oh, you trying to make a deal out in Golden Beach? Or the Florida Keys, ducking the Florida Ds But you only end up with bricks of sand I know niggas that run from they shadows like Peter Pan Runnin’ like it’s a Nike commercial, but he the man What he don’t like, on sight, he murk like he’s the Klan Eightballs the size of baseballs like Jeter’s hand It’s fecal, fam—yeah, it’s the shit Zip your face up when Skateboard is on the script Catch me in the Gap V with some BBC trunks Flip flops, sippin’ on Qream like it’s punch I push the spaceship with the chrome lady in the front Bendin’ over like she just puffed Busta’s blunt I told y’all muh’fuckas once: I think I’m hungry Finna eat y’all niggas’ lunch, y’all niggas cunts I’m from the Commonwealth, where wealth ain’t common When niggas roll around with chrome solvers, looking for problems Mouth full of gold, flame when they roll Arthritic fingers: niggas bang when they stroll Tradin’ in the hats for the cane and the gold The golds for the chain and the ‘caine was on swole Ayo Tip, get these peon niggas told , [Verse 2: T.I.] Still stand tall when it all falls down Whether Hollywood Hills or a one-horse town You should know better There’s no better than these four letters More than ever, niggas want me dead ‘Cause they’re starving and I’m getting fed But fuck ’em anyway I’d rather be me on my worst day Than to be a sucker nigga on his birthday All cake, no candles, just a living example Ten toes down, all out, no sandals Godfather, young Marlon Brando Let me make sure they understand, yo Here ye, hear ye, you wise, you fear me Real niggas on their shine, much obliged, merci! Everybody want to criticize him ‘Bout how bad he ended up; look how bad he could’ve been I could’ve caught a body, sold a brick to somebody Who volunteered my information to the federales I made it out of all of that like I ain’t gon’ be proud of that So petty shit you sticking to me? Give me all you got of that Doing this for all my niggas Who’d rather go to prison than to let a nigga kill ’em So we leaving this PO snub-nose in his denim Trap or death is waiting ’round the corners that he been in On bended knee, God forgive us, we been sinnin’ In our defense, look at the options we was given Laying in the prison cell, staring at the ceiling Back in this bitch again, guess they wasn’t bullshitting, huh? Still wonder where it all went wrong Since Phil got killed, I ain’t never moved on Like I’m still in the club where the blows got thrown When my crown fell down and I got dethroned Bunch of niggas around, but I feel all alone Like a piece of me is missing; guess it never came home Probably died in the van when it all hit the fan Save the life of a friend—we don’t all get the chance Now, here I stand, with blood on my hands Trying hard to explain so his mom understand I’m at fault for the loss of the soul of a man Only soldiers know how that’ll take a toll on a man Burdens of the world on my shoulders, heavy Visibly composed, my emotions buried Scary, so if I pop a pill Smoke a blunt or take a shot, y’all, let a nigga live Still baffled how my life unraveled In the meantime, time just travelled Can’t see behind the walls of my castle Opinionated peon, son, but who asked you? I tell you what you do: take your two cents Kick rocks to a fountain, pitch ’em and make a wish Shit, if wishes had wings They’d all make it to heaven and we’d all be kings Hahaha! If wishes had wings They’d all make it to heaven and we’d all be kings Yeah!] |
