Joi - Do It All Over Again lyrics

[Danny!] And they wonder why n***as that made it Sounds so bitter on the record, why they filled with the hatred Bumping The Minstrel Show six years ago, damn they was sore The critics said the angst, made the casual listen a chore Even I was like, "Dag, yo why they rappin so mad?" But now I get it fam, bein overlooked is a drag That's why I take seven years of bein resentful Compose my instrumental, then I drop a cla**ic album on you f*gs But then... that's when the wack reviews come in When they purposefully deduct a point or two from a ten Like when... you handing in the perfect term paper And the teacher takes away a point for writing in pen It's the same thing cause everybody knows that D. Swain's king But they act like he ain't here or that he's not entertaining They say he's self-absorbed and only talk about himself Motherf**er I'm a rapper, what the fu*k is you saying?!! It isn't easy bein everybody's secret If underrated is a compliment, then keep it If you support an artist, you should never keep it To yourself and, nobody else (Tired of bein overlooked man, c'mon) Yeah I give you my hits, with a personal twist Put myself on Front St., this the thanks that I get?? I get it, you take my life and throw it square in my face I'm only mentioned when you're lookin for a charity case Give me eight and a half stars, hopin I'll disappear A month later, twenty rappers emerge And it's THEM you revere for doin the same sh**, I did for years Y'all gon' make me lose my mind, up in here, here, here... Y'all gon' make me lose my mind, up in here, here, here... Ask me would I press rewind? n***a yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah... Despite the pain and disappointments I've experienced I still would do it all again, agaaaaaaain... [?uestlove] Ehh, I-I guess I can let this out the bag.. {beat changes} [Danny!] Yo, we one in the same Went from burnin CD-Rs' now we runnin the game Yo I used to sell these beats for 'bout a month and some change Nonstop, just so I can cop some ones and a chain And a stack of records, cause I'd rather mint these beats So the process sorted like lather, rinse, repeat "Yo it's gotta be more to life," I would say to myself I ain't makin it for my health, man I wanna make a name for myself I name my price and it was scarin 'em So I had to low-ball, rap game was totalitarian Finally found a decent asking price Man it was so rough, I used to sell the same beat twice Almost got my a** beat for that They had a n***a writin everyone's receipt for that Linked up with my n***a Ill Shawn from the gutter We would be up in the studio 'til dawn, motherf**er Makin cla**ics, Shawn was in the zone with the mic I provide 'em with the beats 'til that fateful night I spit a verse, Shawn was like, "I didn't know you could write Stick with me, and I promise you'll be straight for life" After that, he was literally my biggest fan We sold dope in our respective fields, that was the game plan 'Til his girl called me, told me that my boy got knocked Drugs found, ratted on by some toy cop They sent him upstate, now I'm back to square one I had to trust fate, take my f**in snare drums And keep pushin with no days off And Shawn would promise me that everything would soon pay off ("One, two, three, four!" I used to call up all the stations, yo whatever it took For me to get some frickin leverage Shook my creditors, callin for student loans I was callin up all the editors Of all the magazines, I wanted +FaceTime+ man Nobody facetime him, yo I was gettin annoyed By then, I dropped my first two albums but they didn't make noise 2006, you had to use the blogs for promotion Shot heard 'round the world, what's all the commotion? This little 'Dida skinny n***a with beats +The College Kicked Out+? Yeah, but he's workin with heat The Grammys loved "Charm", the little opus that could Despite the hype, that record still sold wood, but we'll get to that Figured out I took the long route So I got wit' a sick-a** clique and went all out! PSSH~! Well that was short-lived Way too may egos, trim the fat like pork ribs -- sayonara We parted ways, I got back to me Tried to colab with other artists but they asked for a fee Ya f**in losers, still got an attitude Ya {reverse} {reverse} {reverse} I couple that with my imminent dimishing hype Due to fickle motherf**ers that expect me to write AND record an album daily so I won't disappear Cause seven months is eighty centuries in internet years And you see why I left, while y'all was asking +Where is Danny?+ I was asking questions too, where's my sanity? Career wasn't goin fast enough Rappers comin after me steady pa**in me up That's wa**up, I dug into my bag of tricks Took it back to '03 when my swag was sick Interscope stamp of approval, that's more bucks Got little fanfare but I'm gettin warmed up Re-release, Danny! say hello to 12K! That'll make up for Alex and his selfish ways I'm laughin, "Danny! yo, how you get them f**in cameos?" Wouldn't YOU like to know? They probably do too man Brother ?uestlove had talked to Jigga And Jigga told 'em I'm that n***a But round the egdes I'm rough, so Okayplayer signed a diamond And buffed that motherf**er 'til that sh** was shinin To reiterate, Jay co-signed him ?uesto groomed 'em, system boomin Thanks for tunin in... Yeah Uh... and that's the story You ba*tards bore me, fill out my f**in FAFSA for me I'm gone... I'm gone... ("One, two, three, four!" {*long instrumental*} [?uestlove] Danny! - with an exclamation point at the end of his.. uh, name [Joi] That Tuesday.. Was a particularly cold one and I'll never forget it Wish I could tell you my heart wahn't heavy that day but it was I walked up those courthouse steps and I remember thinkin to myself "PLEASE do right by him! Please do right by Danny!" Television cameras were everywhere, it's a media frenzy They were callin it the Trial of the Century I watched from the balcony and saw the jurors gathering They had reached the verdict that everybody was waitin to hear Whether or not he was gon' hafta serve that possible life sentence But they would never get to even read the verdict Hmm, that sh** happened quick as lightning Danny! grabbed that pistol out of the bailiff's holster and shot himself - in - the - head Right there in the courtroom... The media wanted a story, well dammit they got one that day After the commotion died down, so did my Danny! He was pronounced dead at 9:25 a.m Reporters swarm the scene, interviewin members of the jury ..then they revealed that the verdict was, in fact -- not guilty Someone said, "Danny! k**ed himself that day for nothing" But I say, the public had k**ed Danny!'s character long before he took his own life Ohh, I'm gon' miss him I know his heart was in the right place all along But now his soul's in a better place... Rest in peace, my sugar I'ma think about you whenever I raise my head to the sky