Fat Albert - Temptations lyrics

[Intro: GP/Tempest] Yo, can we turn up my headphones please? Yo, iight that's good, umm [Verse 1: GP/Tempest] Dear father can you tell me how frequently that we're played? can you tell me what kind of dreams that I dreamt of today? Can you tell me just how many YouTube hits it would take? For us to get up out the city, move somewhere rich far away How many times should i jump t'il I make a splash in the game? How many hours do my team gotta grind t'il we sleep? Can you tell me exactly How many bones I should break of the enemy T'ill I get the fear and respect that I crave? Can you tell me exactly what kind of path I should pave? For other n***as my age once I get my chance on the stage How many insults I've gotta take, until I can rage For not getting the recognition for all the music I make? Sometimes I feel like simply raising this blade to my trach-yeah I know it's bad of me it's just so impulsive to say That I f**ing hate my life but I only do for today Until the fruit of my labor pays off tomorrow, t'ill then I pray [Hook] "So how do you feel?" Following the word, i'm a lost apostle "But you must understand..." I know the flow is dope Though I curse don't mean this is not the Gospel "God is good isn't he?" Father Following the word, i'm a lost apostle I know the flow is dope Though I curse don't mean this is not the Gospel [Verse 2: GP/Tempest] My mamma says I should look for all the good in the world I told her all that sh**'s so much easier said than done surrounded by a city who's sole intention is to hurt And then they turn around And suddenly start saying that you're the one Saying "GP you gifted" they're looking at me to lead I guess I'll just have to take a note like a key It's funny how just a year ago people couldn't believe I was nothing more than a sh** talking f*ggot Now they concede to the fact that I might be talented in the fine art of speech Instead of comparing my white vocabulary to bleach Trying to have me jumped When I'm walking around in the street Man I've been rushed so many times That my mamma stopped cooking beef Dear father you know I'm young, I only just turned eighteen And I pray that your compa**ion preserves me to twenty one and anyone else who happens to hear these lyrics should know I ain't calling this sh** the hood I'm just talking about where I'm from [Hook] "So how do you feel?" Following the word, i'm a lost apostle "But you must understand..." I know the flow is dope Though I curse don't mean this is not the Gospel "God is good isn't he?" Father Following the word, i'm a lost apostle I know the flow is dope Though I curse don't mean this is not the Gospel [Outro: Fat Albert x GP] Fat Albert: Tsk...man would you stop with all this senseless crying and sh**? GP: What the f** you mean man? I a'int crying... Fat Albert: Man you acting like a b**h, man the f** up... GP: What the f** you mean im acting like a b**h? None of y'all understand me None of y'all understand what I've been through None of y'all understand what im going through Get the f** out of my face man... Fat Albert: What the f** you talking about man? I'm Fat Albert I've been there from the beginning, i'm a part of the team A part of the crew, a part of you... GP: Whatever man, I'm out...