Hold up, show me what you made of
'cause everything about the way you came up
Says you made it far but you got a long way to go
Moretime, you could buy the world with more time
A few close ones are saying "stay on your grind,"
But how they say that when they don't stay in their own lane?
It's DUI's for the guys swerving in mine
Nevermind that they couldn't do the time
I used to respect you -- something like that
Southern-type respect for your elders but you
Weren't that far ahead of me. I lost
That when I was down -- you told me all my problems weren't
Real when I was offline. Boy I must've lost sight or
Never seen a sign of your pedigree, 'cause I
Know this ain't the same grown man crying on the cold
Floor of the bathroom drunk looking for sympathy
And locked himself inside 'cause his girl's around
And your sideman ain't even worth the mention, but
Lay him in the crosshairs just so we can split up all the tension
Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me
From becoming just another top story on the
9 o'clock news
From all the hours that they spent in church
Sat in the pews, they kept your
Families from grieving and singing the blues over you
It's a cold train ride headed to the other side
Every hero dies one day, that's
Your story or my story
Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me
Lord
Bad communicator, I admit it
I'm sat here wishing I could use telepathy for you to get that
I been spending every hour of my time on the grind
Your 24's looking nothing like mine is
Y'all are always stuck on the impressions
And really I relate 'cause I
Wanted em to see that I was
More than just an underprivileged
Kid from the hood making ends meet
East London, I'll see you in about 10 years
But it's different -- you showing off for
People you could never love
Digging every trench way
Deeper than it already was
Going at your homeboy's necks
Doing it all for sport
We crabs in a barrel but
I was your support
I always thought if one goes clear then we
All do, but you think if I go clear then you
Fade to black. Step out the spotlight and get acting shady
If I'm the villain, ask yourself how you framed me
I'm standing at the crossroads of
Giving you grace or giving you hell
But only time could tell
Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me
From becoming just another top story on the
9 o'clock news
From all the hours that they spent in church
Sat in the pews, they kept your
Families from grieving and singing the blues over you
It's a cold train ride headed to the other side
Every hero dies one day, that's
Your story or my story
Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me
Lord
Hold up, show me what you made of
'cause everything about the way you came up
Says you made it far but you got a long way to go
Moretime, you could buy the world with more time
A few close ones are saying "stay on your grind,"
But how they say that when they don't stay in their own lane?
It's DUI's for the guys swerving in mine
Nevermind that they couldn't do the time
I used to respect you -- something like that
Southern-type respect for your elders but you
Weren't that far ahead of me. I lost
That when I was down -- you told me all my problems weren't
Real when I was offline. Boy I must've lost sight or
Never seen a sign of your pedigree, 'cause I
Know this ain't the same grown man crying on the cold
Floor of the bathroom drunk looking for sympathy
And locked himself inside 'cause his girl's around
And your sideman ain't even worth the mention, but
Lay him in the crosshairs just so we can split up all the tension
Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me
From becoming just another top story on the
9 o'clock news
From all the hours that they spent in church
Sat in the pews, they kept your
Families from grieving and singing the blues over you
It's a cold train ride headed to the other side
Every hero dies one day, that's
Your story or my story
Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me
Lord
Bad communicator, I admit it
I'm sat here wishing I could use telepathy for you to get that
I been spending every hour of my time on the grind
Your 24's looking nothing like mine is
Y'all are always stuck on the impressions
And really I relate 'cause I
Wanted em to see that I was
More than just an underprivileged
Kid from the hood making ends meet
East London, I'll see you in about 10 years
But it's different -- you showing off for
People you could never love
Digging every trench way
Deeper than it already was
Going at your homeboy's necks
Doing it all for sport
We crabs in a barrel but
I was your support
I always thought if one goes clear then we
All do, but you think if I go clear then you
Fade to black. Step out the spotlight and get acting shady
If I'm the villain, ask yourself how you framed me
I'm standing at the crossroads of
Giving you grace or giving you hell
But only time could tell
Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me
From becoming just another top story on the
9 o'clock news
From all the hours that they spent in church
Sat in the pews, they kept your
Families from grieving and singing the blues over you
It's a cold train ride headed to the other side
Every hero dies one day, that's
Your story or my story
Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me
Lord
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English
Hold up, show me what you made of
'cause everything about the way you came up
Says you made it far but you got a long way to go
Moretime, you could buy the world with more time
A few close ones are saying "stay on your grind,"
But how they say that when they don't stay in their own lane?
It's DUI's for the guys swerving in mine
Nevermind that they couldn't do the time
I used to respect you -- something like that
Southern-type respect for your elders but you
Weren't that far ahead of me. I lost
That when I was down -- you told me all my problems weren't
Real when I was offline. Boy I must've lost sight or
Never seen a sign of your pedigree, 'cause I
Know this ain't the same grown man crying on the cold
Floor of the bathroom drunk looking for sympathy
And locked himself inside 'cause his girl's around
And your sideman ain't even worth the mention, but
Lay him in the crosshairs just so we can split up all the tension
Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me
From becoming just another top story on the
9 o'clock news
From all the hours that they spent in church
Sat in the pews, they kept your
Families from grieving and singing the blues over you
It's a cold train ride headed to the other side
Every hero dies one day, that's
Your story or my story
Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me
Lord
Bad communicator, I admit it
I'm sat here wishing I could use telepathy for you to get that
I been spending every hour of my time on the grind
Your 24's looking nothing like mine is
Y'all are always stuck on the impressions
And really I relate 'cause I
Wanted em to see that I was
More than just an underprivileged
Kid from the hood making ends meet
East London, I'll see you in about 10 years
But it's different -- you showing off for
People you could never love
Digging every trench way
Deeper than it already was
Going at your homeboy's necks
Doing it all for sport
We crabs in a barrel but
I was your support
I always thought if one goes clear then we
All do, but you think if I go clear then you
Fade to black. Step out the spotlight and get acting shady
If I'm the villain, ask yourself how you framed me
I'm standing at the crossroads of
Giving you grace or giving you hell
But only time could tell
Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me
From becoming just another top story on the
9 o'clock news
From all the hours that they spent in church
Sat in the pews, they kept your
Families from grieving and singing the blues over you
It's a cold train ride headed to the other side
Every hero dies one day, that's
Your story or my story
Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me
Lord
Hold up, show me what you made of
'cause everything about the way you came up
Says you made it far but you got a long way to go
Moretime, you could buy the world with more time
A few close ones are saying "stay on your grind,"
But how they say that when they don't stay in their own lane?
It's DUI's for the guys swerving in mine
Nevermind that they couldn't do the time
I used to respect you -- something like that
Southern-type respect for your elders but you
Weren't that far ahead of me. I lost
That when I was down -- you told me all my problems weren't
Real when I was offline. Boy I must've lost sight or
Never seen a sign of your pedigree, 'cause I
Know this ain't the same grown man crying on the cold
Floor of the bathroom drunk looking for sympathy
And locked himself inside 'cause his girl's around
And your sideman ain't even worth the mention, but
Lay him in the crosshairs just so we can split up all the tension
Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me
From becoming just another top story on the
9 o'clock news
From all the hours that they spent in church
Sat in the pews, they kept your
Families from grieving and singing the blues over you
It's a cold train ride headed to the other side
Every hero dies one day, that's
Your story or my story
Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me
Lord
Bad communicator, I admit it
I'm sat here wishing I could use telepathy for you to get that
I been spending every hour of my time on the grind
Your 24's looking nothing like mine is
Y'all are always stuck on the impressions
And really I relate 'cause I
Wanted em to see that I was
More than just an underprivileged
Kid from the hood making ends meet
East London, I'll see you in about 10 years
But it's different -- you showing off for
People you could never love
Digging every trench way
Deeper than it already was
Going at your homeboy's necks
Doing it all for sport
We crabs in a barrel but
I was your support
I always thought if one goes clear then we
All do, but you think if I go clear then you
Fade to black. Step out the spotlight and get acting shady
If I'm the villain, ask yourself how you framed me
I'm standing at the crossroads of
Giving you grace or giving you hell
But only time could tell
Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me
From becoming just another top story on the
9 o'clock news
From all the hours that they spent in church
Sat in the pews, they kept your
Families from grieving and singing the blues over you
It's a cold train ride headed to the other side
Every hero dies one day, that's
Your story or my story
Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me
Lord
'cause everything about the way you came up
Says you made it far but you got a long way to go
Moretime, you could buy the world with more time
A few close ones are saying "stay on your grind,"
But how they say that when they don't stay in their own lane?
It's DUI's for the guys swerving in mine
Nevermind that they couldn't do the time
I used to respect you -- something like that
Southern-type respect for your elders but you
Weren't that far ahead of me. I lost
That when I was down -- you told me all my problems weren't
Real when I was offline. Boy I must've lost sight or
Never seen a sign of your pedigree, 'cause I
Know this ain't the same grown man crying on the cold
Floor of the bathroom drunk looking for sympathy
And locked himself inside 'cause his girl's around
And your sideman ain't even worth the mention, but
Lay him in the crosshairs just so we can split up all the tension
Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me
From becoming just another top story on the
9 o'clock news
From all the hours that they spent in church
Sat in the pews, they kept your
Families from grieving and singing the blues over you
It's a cold train ride headed to the other side
Every hero dies one day, that's
Your story or my story
Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me
Lord
Bad communicator, I admit it
I'm sat here wishing I could use telepathy for you to get that
I been spending every hour of my time on the grind
Your 24's looking nothing like mine is
Y'all are always stuck on the impressions
And really I relate 'cause I
Wanted em to see that I was
More than just an underprivileged
Kid from the hood making ends meet
East London, I'll see you in about 10 years
But it's different -- you showing off for
People you could never love
Digging every trench way
Deeper than it already was
Going at your homeboy's necks
Doing it all for sport
We crabs in a barrel but
I was your support
I always thought if one goes clear then we
All do, but you think if I go clear then you
Fade to black. Step out the spotlight and get acting shady
If I'm the villain, ask yourself how you framed me
I'm standing at the crossroads of
Giving you grace or giving you hell
But only time could tell
Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me
From becoming just another top story on the
9 o'clock news
From all the hours that they spent in church
Sat in the pews, they kept your
Families from grieving and singing the blues over you
It's a cold train ride headed to the other side
Every hero dies one day, that's
Your story or my story
Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me
Lord
Hold up, show me what you made of
'cause everything about the way you came up
Says you made it far but you got a long way to go
Moretime, you could buy the world with more time
A few close ones are saying "stay on your grind,"
But how they say that when they don't stay in their own lane?
It's DUI's for the guys swerving in mine
Nevermind that they couldn't do the time
I used to respect you -- something like that
Southern-type respect for your elders but you
Weren't that far ahead of me. I lost
That when I was down -- you told me all my problems weren't
Real when I was offline. Boy I must've lost sight or
Never seen a sign of your pedigree, 'cause I
Know this ain't the same grown man crying on the cold
Floor of the bathroom drunk looking for sympathy
And locked himself inside 'cause his girl's around
And your sideman ain't even worth the mention, but
Lay him in the crosshairs just so we can split up all the tension
Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me
From becoming just another top story on the
9 o'clock news
From all the hours that they spent in church
Sat in the pews, they kept your
Families from grieving and singing the blues over you
It's a cold train ride headed to the other side
Every hero dies one day, that's
Your story or my story
Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me
Lord
Bad communicator, I admit it
I'm sat here wishing I could use telepathy for you to get that
I been spending every hour of my time on the grind
Your 24's looking nothing like mine is
Y'all are always stuck on the impressions
And really I relate 'cause I
Wanted em to see that I was
More than just an underprivileged
Kid from the hood making ends meet
East London, I'll see you in about 10 years
But it's different -- you showing off for
People you could never love
Digging every trench way
Deeper than it already was
Going at your homeboy's necks
Doing it all for sport
We crabs in a barrel but
I was your support
I always thought if one goes clear then we
All do, but you think if I go clear then you
Fade to black. Step out the spotlight and get acting shady
If I'm the villain, ask yourself how you framed me
I'm standing at the crossroads of
Giving you grace or giving you hell
But only time could tell
Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me
From becoming just another top story on the
9 o'clock news
From all the hours that they spent in church
Sat in the pews, they kept your
Families from grieving and singing the blues over you
It's a cold train ride headed to the other side
Every hero dies one day, that's
Your story or my story
Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me
Lord
Writer: Myles Warner
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave