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blues - john ramon lyrics

i mean i been tryna do this sh*t my whole life so
it’s it’s it’s good, i’m cool with it i mean it’s just different
you feel me

[verse 1:]
im trynna go
big body , wide body through aliante
and slither like a lizard that’s word to my n*gga jontae
i can’t even lie i got some money it’s cool
but when it’s h*lla green sometime my faces still be blue
i do, married the music and got matching tattoos
the trouble is she still loving the crew
i’m probably the greatest artist producer to do it you get me?
now all i gotta do is make it out the city
where all the n*ggas quotе ballin
all the b*tches quote prеtty
both sabotaging anybody who get past em too quickly
or just at all the city flaw we think it’s only one spot
but it’s 100 rounds with a b*tton boy it’s h*lla them shots
but they trade this for that spot
planning be half c*cked
ain’t playin the cards you dealt could be missing the jackpot
stackin to level up so enticing we roll the dice
but every upgrade come with a price
watch
[hook:]
i know
diamonds shine after the pressure get through
just like a bird soar after the second they flew
prior to, the pressure squeezed the bird just had to believe
i can see it go from gold after it started as blue
but these n*ggas think i’m a l!ck
these b*tches think ima trick
they don’t care that i rap the blues
to them sapphires be lit
been a meal ticket since a jit
they know my love is legit
and after all of this
what do i get? huh?

[verse 2:]
all black whip with tinted windows
lost in the instrumental
keys got me sentimental
head on a swivel shotgun is a pistol
cause i’m handsome, and right now im up and that might be an issue
i keep the faith in god, i keep speaking it so it stays strong
even when the streets looking bleaker than doctor strange home
listeners here but jay gone
wish i could reverse it
i know it ain’t personal they treat me like i didn’t earn it
i guess i keep trying to prove that i’m a good enough person
a good enough worker
a good father hard
but good enough to still nurture
good enough husband, hustler, provider
a good enough server
good enough rhymer slinging words on the surface
like i’m not
like i’m not good enough to be worth it
and by the time this sh*t go up
i’m on a different struggle
catching every curve ball nervous that my fingers b*tter 4
[hook:]
diamonds shine after the pressure get through
just like a bird soar after the second they flew
prior to, the pressure squeezed the bird just had to believe
i can see it go from gold after it started as blue
but these n*ggas think i’m a l!ck
these b*tches think ima trick
they don’t care that i rap the blues
to them sapphires be lit
been a meal ticket since a jit
they know my love is legit
and after all of this
what do i get? (huh)

[outro: lil wayne]
and none of these
none of these perspectives
or thoughts may be true at all
it’s what you create in here
and you start to think
“do anyone actually care?”
“will it matter when it’s all over?”
“will i matter?”

- john ramon lyrics

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