Common, Just Ro - Confusion lyrics
Common [Lonnie Rashid Lynn] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Common, Just Ro - Confusion lyrics]
I used to practice my skills
On slanted backs of fields
Slingin' Sugar Hills, tryna get my bills
Raised on among Ills, and cool ass Folks
Who wore jeans to they thighs, wit f-o-t-i's
I epitomize game, y'all niggas know my name
Rollin wit the Nation
The business and the frame
Y'all can keep the fame
It's all about the ends
The shorties in my hood
My family and friends
That Benz in my yard, that credit on my card
After twenty-five years
Had this nigga livin hard
Like God I'll rise, to open up your eyes
Sista close them thighs for
Flirtin with them guys
Show your real prize, true playas takin heed
As we drownin in this alcohol and weed
For real
Give us this day
Riches got our daily bread molded
My old girl said "Rashid
You should have voted"
The truth of the moment
On the poll it wasn't nothin
But components to a system that's coroded
Secrets get coded then promoted
To the inner-city bosom
Jobs are scarce, most'll die from hustlin
I get into discussions with the
Christians and the Muslims
Of percussion in this real nigga ensemble
Chicago
City of steppers and niggas with wild hair
Besides the Hall piss and the foul air
Wonder if I'll raise my child there
Regardless it's the foundation
A hustla's salvation
Organized gangs in our Nations
It's the Hustler Scholar
Street Soldier Supreme
Bound by common ground, here to put it down
Comin from the Go, Ill State for sho
Out for respect and the doe, bust that
It's the Hustler Scholar
Street Soldier Supreme
Bound by common ground, here to put it down
Ill State for sho, comin from the Go
Out for respect and the doe, yeah yeah
They say the early bird is the
One that get the worm'
So I rise before the sun, not to be out done
Steppin to the world thinkin "Ro
Get the doe" wit the grill a little bent
So you coward niggas know
Hit the nine-tre, hook wit E and get blowed
It ain't even 9 o'clock and
We got the block sewed takin what we owed
Never front on what we know
I gotta give some love to Big Money and BO
Avoid the nonsense, and resurrect your mind
Everything gon be fine
Now it's my turn to shine
I elevate the blind, rewind his-tory
Knockin off you marks when we
For the fame and glory average bars bore me
Come before me wit credentials
Ain't impressed wit yo body and yo dentials
Stimulated by a tree of drama
I advance on a branch of respect and honor
A patient of the Ill State senate of trauma
Never been one to side wit homa
For Armaggedon, I'm gettin armed plus armor
The karma of a martyr, On the rise
Like the temp in this South Side sauna
The preface to the Book of
Life states to pack humid
To it I react by stayin strapped
Wit the Mack of Courage
Parallel to a carousel of murders
I prefer to make a life than take a life
Stopped at the street caught wise
And made a right
Sorta How I play my broads is
How I play the mic
First I cuff it, then finger fuck it
Check it spit somethin rugged
Other niggas be reluctant
To touch it after me, passively they strike
Never matchin me, rapidly though classically
I franticly, verbal tapestry tappin the keg
Of your conscience
Navigating niggas like Farrakan
With a compass
Chorus
Just Ro, now y'all know
Its like that common Sense and Just Ro
Its like that
On slanted backs of fields
Slingin' Sugar Hills, tryna get my bills
Raised on among Ills, and cool ass Folks
Who wore jeans to they thighs, wit f-o-t-i's
I epitomize game, y'all niggas know my name
Rollin wit the Nation
The business and the frame
Y'all can keep the fame
It's all about the ends
The shorties in my hood
My family and friends
That Benz in my yard, that credit on my card
After twenty-five years
Had this nigga livin hard
Like God I'll rise, to open up your eyes
Sista close them thighs for
Flirtin with them guys
Show your real prize, true playas takin heed
As we drownin in this alcohol and weed
For real
Give us this day
Riches got our daily bread molded
My old girl said "Rashid
You should have voted"
The truth of the moment
On the poll it wasn't nothin
But components to a system that's coroded
Secrets get coded then promoted
To the inner-city bosom
Jobs are scarce, most'll die from hustlin
I get into discussions with the
Christians and the Muslims
Of percussion in this real nigga ensemble
Chicago
City of steppers and niggas with wild hair
Besides the Hall piss and the foul air
Wonder if I'll raise my child there
Regardless it's the foundation
A hustla's salvation
Organized gangs in our Nations
It's the Hustler Scholar
Street Soldier Supreme
Bound by common ground, here to put it down
Comin from the Go, Ill State for sho
Out for respect and the doe, bust that
It's the Hustler Scholar
Street Soldier Supreme
Bound by common ground, here to put it down
Ill State for sho, comin from the Go
Out for respect and the doe, yeah yeah
They say the early bird is the
One that get the worm'
So I rise before the sun, not to be out done
Steppin to the world thinkin "Ro
Get the doe" wit the grill a little bent
So you coward niggas know
Hit the nine-tre, hook wit E and get blowed
It ain't even 9 o'clock and
We got the block sewed takin what we owed
Never front on what we know
I gotta give some love to Big Money and BO
Avoid the nonsense, and resurrect your mind
Everything gon be fine
Now it's my turn to shine
I elevate the blind, rewind his-tory
Knockin off you marks when we
For the fame and glory average bars bore me
Come before me wit credentials
Ain't impressed wit yo body and yo dentials
Stimulated by a tree of drama
I advance on a branch of respect and honor
A patient of the Ill State senate of trauma
Never been one to side wit homa
For Armaggedon, I'm gettin armed plus armor
The karma of a martyr, On the rise
Like the temp in this South Side sauna
The preface to the Book of
Life states to pack humid
To it I react by stayin strapped
Wit the Mack of Courage
Parallel to a carousel of murders
I prefer to make a life than take a life
Stopped at the street caught wise
And made a right
Sorta How I play my broads is
How I play the mic
First I cuff it, then finger fuck it
Check it spit somethin rugged
Other niggas be reluctant
To touch it after me, passively they strike
Never matchin me, rapidly though classically
I franticly, verbal tapestry tappin the keg
Of your conscience
Navigating niggas like Farrakan
With a compass
Chorus
Just Ro, now y'all know
Its like that common Sense and Just Ro
Its like that