London Season III
Lyrics
You'd think I'd start to relax
My books stacked
To the point, I can't keep up with the tracks
Been the Jack of all trades but a master of none
I know it's hard to keep up when you the master of one
The last son
Nowadays I just be rapping for fun
Freeze frame, hood classics this is where it begun
The gun cocked and the target on my back enlarged
Seem the more I try to rest the more they put me in charge
Dang, I need a catch my breath
Had misconceptions that I had to do this by myself
But I did that
Asked for respect but they don't hear that
Love unconditional, millions that never get that
Put money in the pockets of people that wanted splits
Thought I might forgive em but I never forget the way I'm treated
Faced my demons and was nearly defeated
I pray mistakes won't be repeated
Skip the awards
Skip the accolades
Skip the fame
Skip the parties
Skip the masquerades
All my trophies collect dust
Suit and tie affair negotiations I don't trust
Being solid is a must
Hard to be rich when the currency is us
I'm still here for a reason
So it's time for London season
The colder the wind, the hotter the flame
The closer the kin, the farther the shame
You changing your pen but writing the same
The pain that I'm in must come with the fame
So I dropped it
Never been one for the trending topics
You steady dialing up but I'm switching to fiber optics
I'm always giving back no matter what's in my pockets
Came too far to worry about me flopping
I can't stop, won't stop
Like Diddy on the hook
Lox down, don't need, assembly of the rooks
Cup full, a major blessing that people overlook
Can't sweat, my decisions of roads I never took
I speak life into words, but I used to react
Lost count so it's looking like I'm padding my stats
Went back to back then back to back to back to back
Used to say this isn't good but it's a platinum plaque
Skip the awards
Skip the accolades
Skip the fame
Skip the parties
Skip the masquerades
All my trophies collect dust
Suit and tie affair negotiations I don't trust
Being solid is a must
Hard to be rich when the currency is us
I'm still here for a reason
So it's time for London season
Know my mama gon believe in me
Know my daddy gon believe in me
Know my sisters gon believe in me
As long as I believe in me
Know my mama gon believe in me
Know my daddy gon believe in me
Know my sisters gon believe in me
As long as I believe in me
Skip the awards
Skip the accolades
Skip the fame
Skip the parties
Skip the masquerades
All my trophies collect dust
Suit and tie affair negotiations I don't trust
Being solid is a must
Hard to be rich when the currency is us
I'm still here for a reason
So it's time for London season
Writer(s): Cameron London
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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