King Mez - Morris lyrics

[Verse 1] Life won't let you be no Indian giver And I say that just to tell you that You never get the present back Hope you use your intellect Hope you don't spend it selling crack Hope you ain't up on the Internet Typing up what you won't never speak out Hoping to get respect It don't work like that If it do we should get a check Some rappers work like that and them n***as be getting checks I'm interjecting, I hope they feel disrespected I saw they vid, and I rather my cable be disconnected Hard drive to the game I'm saving Whole life been hard like pavement Trying to be 24 years old with a little stock and a nice house, no payment Trying to be the one song that'll that touch your soul if there ain't nothing on your playlist Trying to win in this game don't hate the player homie you Skip Bayless In this game they said it was hard to blow but homie you sure as don't get comfortable with no record deal I be comfortable as the florist man Not too many know Morris, man Not too many know Morris Those that do know here be him and say that he needs a grave and a florist Chorus [Verse 2] God been doing surgery on me, no anesthesia though Feeling every little thing but pain is what we need to grow So I know when he stitch me back, a n***a might be breathing slow But I never be fronting for any type of reason though That's why new money go so well with a old soul Won't be splurging, impressing other n***as old hoes Or changing up like n***as used to try their freshman year New opportunities, won't never fill no old holes You still who you was; money won't change that there Some of the lamest n***as that I met was millionares Thinking that they could buy some heart nobody real in here Really, what's worse is you believe 'em; ain't no feelings here So I packed up all my things: my notebook, a thesaurus Moved up to a king-like mind state; left all the doubts in my storage homie Not too many know Morris Not too many know Morris Those that do know here be him until he need a grave and a florist Chorus [Verse 3] I mean, I never want to be one of those artists feeling empty; buy a chain to flaunt it Telling it can change the world; I'm thinking about adding diamonds on it Even though I feel rewarded, I know that I can't afford it Don't change the fact that I bought it; don't pay my taxes they audit, though Now what's important is only what gets imported Used to reveal my memories; touch my soul, I record it How I get to the point, I became what I would despise Hear the voice in the back of my mind; I don't be trying to ignore it But that money, that fame, that dream, made the voice of God so distorted Harder to hear my purpose with that Murcielago horses Right next to me plus these Porsches These women beautiful, gorgeous They hotter than flaming torches I'm trying my best I promise but competing with all these forces Life lesson and torture Want to graduate from my past but almost too scared for new courses Not too many know Morris Not too many know Morris Those that do know here be him until he need a grave and a florist Chorus [Outro] If my favorite artist asked me, "What you want: a car or house?" Hold that; just give me the inspiration you had starting out Cause all my favorites losing it; I wonder what that's all about Hoping that the paper you touch souls, that's worth more than all your accounts And thats real, yeah and that's real My n***a That's real For real Some of the music that you made helped us wash away the pain And that's real