Amir Obe - Jay Z, Kanye, Esco lyrics

[Intro: sample of "We Do What We're Told" by Peter Gabriel] [Verse 1: Amir Obè] Imma make a million dollars, give it all to you All this rapping about the hood, I give it all to moof Recording projects in the projects, where the f** is the stu' My neighbors know this sh** from top to bottom Got'ah,got'em to master volume, they play f**ing problems on repeat f** the neighbors, I'm a neighborhood, f** them to they sleep Ba** on ten, BlackBerry no author, when it goes off I dreamed about being Sean Carter Even meeting him, walking in his office I probably be reluctant to play him this sh** disgusting This ain't blueprint this the new print Watching Ye' interviews, like this how Imma do it No f**s given, this is no f**s living I been cold for a minute, but a n***a ain't shivering Kinda feel like pride always keep me at a distance They ain't even realize a n***a went missing One day I met Ty Ty, Depp introduced me Said I was a star, man that sh** felt like a movie I bet he don't remember, I was rocking all the gucci I was tryna rep the roc, but that's how n***as gonna do me I was that close, now a n***a tired You know you a loser when they saying,"at least you tried" Thought a few new records might even change they mind My only plug at roc nation got fired God, ironically I'm basically staying in marcy Tryna write the same story, I'm sorry I'm all dreams I can't let these dream k**ers k** my self-esteem I got people in my corner, I ain't selfless, please I need hope, like a drug dealer need coke Miles for from the beach, another trip and my ki low This the same sh** that be disrupting my ego Getting played by childhood hero [Bridge]-Red Red Wine:Bob Marley(sample of song mixed in) [Verse 2: Amir Obe] I ain't doing sh** to flatter I'm doing this sh** to blood splatter I just realized the co-sign does matter Seen Cole, seen Drake, met Sylvia And on the real I ain't even surprise Drake cussed at her I was tryna play my jams, she paid more attention to her poodle, b**h I'll be damned Need to do some soul searching, you don't understand I worked on this for three years, for three years I feel pressure from my grandma she ain't even alive I ain't look at life the same since my father retired Don't know who worry more, me or him,glad that we both breathing We gon spend a day watching CNN, I see me in him He see him in me, lately I been in the D Praying like a pope moving like a G I be losing sleep, into I move you to a beach Don't you look surprise, nothing out of reach Nothing out of reach,I miss Christmas in the hotel Know that feeling so well, I ain't get no gifts But I'm gifted, my soul I won't sell Just when I think its good, they give me more hell Kind of like a good f** interrupted by a door bell Holidays be awkward, everybody be emotional I just need some closure to certain sh** that ain't kosher I'm too young to stress, and most the time I be sober So I ain't got no way of escaping a rollercoaster And all you stupid f**s, I ain't never lose a deal I just tore the contract up, said I'll never lose the real You ain't see my P.O.V, tried to make me B.O.B I rather be, broke in the D, playing that C.O.D Listening to idols I never got the chance to impress I use to do it all for that, but now I'm easing the stress Cause Roc don't want a meeting, Good don't want no meeting I'm good with meeting n***as, let my music do the speaking I'm bad with business, I'll probably be the last to win these riches But when I do I'll say the pa**ion did it, hit the masters with it Sick of tryna ball, but sh**, Magic did it That line was far fetched but you had to get it, if you laughing at it Clever me,[????],painting sh** I never see I just write, I never read I just rap, I never speak They call me shy I'm never Keef(no) Easily influenced and soft-spoken Horses on my polo have me feel important Got a lot to say, but for some reason I can't record it If I ain't happy with my tone I might distort it I guess I'm shy in a since, with violent thoughts A violin hums while I silence the charts I'm anti single, but f** being married to the game I'll just f** and bust nuts and hope y'all carry the pain Of ba*tards I birth, caskets I earth, ratchets I swerved If there's one thing I learned its f** y'all, pay me All y'all crazy, ain't no college dropout I failed high-school AP It's a hard knock life, but you can't knock my hustle Spent my education emulating Jay Z, Kanye, Esco I'm somewhat depressed though, cause money came and went But I ain't get the respect though