SoulChef - K.M.A (Feat. The 49ers) | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: The 49ers]
I remember back in the days
My teacher used to say
Kids think big
That's exactly what I did
I thought about Christopher Wallace
And how I'm gonna make a profit
How I'm gonna grub doin' everything I love
Wrote it down on my paper
Kept it neatly in my Trapper Keeper
Gave it to my teacher
The day I met my first non-believer
And she tried to steal my glory
I felt like Ralphie in a Christmas Story
Like I asked for a Red Rider Carbon Action
Two-hundred shot range model air rifle
I'm not gonna shoot my eye out
But I might write some shit that'll make her wile out
She laughed in my face
Like Jake's was a disgrace
And ever since then I've kept a bad taste
So Ms. Yorkman, this one's for you
I won't ever let a non-believer tell me what I can't do

This one's for you

I won't ever let a non-believer tell me what I can't do

[Hook]
When they say stop dreaming, get a real job
(You can kiss my ass - kiss my ass!)
And when they say stay real, stop reaching for the clouds
(You can kiss my ass - kiss my ass!)
When there's a hater in the house, tryin' to fill your mind with doubts - tell 'em
(You can kiss my ass - you can kiss my ass!)
When you've finally got it going, show 'em prove what you're about - tell 'em
(You can kiss my ass - kiss, kiss my ass!)

[Verse 2: The 49ers]
I wake up late for school
And I don't wanna go
Cause I'm doin' all the things
That my Mom don't wanna know so
Teacher, teacher tell me how you do it
You find a different way everday to say I'm stupid
Night school, summer school, after-school detention
A list of bad apples and my name is getting mentioned
Cause I learn a little different
Plus I'm young and I'm restless
But I ain't on the path
To the Department of Corrections
Upon further inspection
Observe rap perfection
I know I'm gonna win
Like a rigged up election
Yet I'm seated in the section for a dunce
Looks like I do the same grade more than once
Find me with the rejects, the drunks, and the flunks
But I stay making music that bumps in the trunks
So ahead of the class
Write a rap so fast
Anywhere in the world
I don't need no pass

[Hook]
When they say stop dreaming and get a real job
(You can kiss my ass - kiss my ass!)
And when they say get real, stop reaching for the clouds
(You can kiss my ass - kiss my ass!)
When there's a hater in the house, tryin' to fill your mind with doubts - tell 'em
(You can kiss my ass - you can kiss my ass!)
When you've finally got it going, show 'em prove what you're about - tell 'em
(You can kiss my ass - kiss my ass!)

Kiss my ass brother-fucker


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