lirik lagu beginning – c.t. that rapper
chorus:
what will it take just to make it through/
what will it take just to make it through, ya/
what will it take just to make it through/
what will it take just to make it through, ya/
what will it take just to make it through/
what will it take just to make it through, ya/
verse 1:
what will it take just to make it through/
everyday of the week, seems like something new/
between my girl getting kicked from her crib/
find a place for her to live/
while we running out of revenue/
what will it take to get to better days/
i’m trynna come up on the scene, but y’all threw me in heavyweight/
so i’m boxing with my demons and my past/
while these wack rappers askin for my tracks/
by the way did i say i/
woke up feeling great, i/
lost a little weight, i/
just needed a break, i/
tried to fix my life by cutting brotha’s from the budget/
i ain’t talking money, they weren’t worth their reprucusions/
that i was seeing, my head spinning off my neck/
did like 20-30 shows, till i finally saw a check/
and read the specs, i’m up next, show your boy respect/
kiss the ring, or you ‘bout to catch the kiss of death/
i pose a threat whenever other mc’s try to diss me/
drop a couple bars, and then their whole career is history/
i hope it ain’t a mystery/
but, jesus christ the only set i’m repping/
until the day i die and get to heaven/
‘bout to cop a milly off of blessings/
never touched a pilly for the stressing/
brother’s milly whopping in my sessions/
my music theriputing my aggression/
it’s also theriputing my depression/
it ain’t hard to tell, some ya’ll don’t relate/
cause most of ya’ll trynna break bread, but bust plates/
i’m busta rhymes, trynna break necks, with my b-ss/
the snare claps, bust back, with the old colgate/
smile you had on your face/
can’t deny my place/
in the thrown room with god/
and there’s no debate/
i said no debate/
check the facts, and the mixtape/
y’all were late/
i’m david blaine, watch my records levitate/
the charts, your hearts, i took it/
them beats i cooked, and now y’all looking at me crooked/
a triple theat/
so now i leave you with my heart and my silloute/
i don’t smoke, but go ahead, and light your cigarette/
and take a deep puff/
hold it in, blow it out/
call your friends, be a hipster, and expose ‘em now/
to the best this new school has to offer/
this for my family, friends, day ones, and god the father/
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