King Gordy, Monica Blaire - The Gift and the Curse lyrics
[King Gordy, Monica Blaire - The Gift and the Curse lyrics]
I'm sick of being broke as
Fuck every damn day
I wish that we could open
Up when a band plays perform our hearts out
Maybe get us a fan base
You can love me in either a good or a bad way
When I run out of rhymes that'd be a sad day
My life moves at a fast pace like a drag race
Sometimes I think in this industry
They don't have space
For someone that is unique as me
I just had to say see I speak freely
Sometimes it leaves a bad taste
In the mouths of these corporate
People who have say
Of who should be signed or not
It's a damn shame
I wanna have fame, give a girl my last name
How many of us hoping to
Get in this rap game?
So they can take care of they
People when they chance came
This for my artists that do it
Like it's the last thing
They'll ever do in their lives
Now I am asking
Are you ready for a million fans?
(Million fans)
Girls scream when they touch your hands
(Touch hands)
You done traveled all across the land
But, you still don't understand
(This is a gift)
Are you ready for a million fans?
(Million fans)
Girls scream when they touch your hands
(Touch hands)
You done traveled all across the land
But, you still don't understand
(This is a curse)
Life ain't so easy
Is it? Might seem exquisite
Excited by TV images
Projecting all these false idols
We lost lives too
Over a war of words, Biggy and Pac died too
All you want is people to recognize you
Feed your family, tour the world
Till the next time you drop an album
But see now you riding in Phantoms
You had a number one hit
Something you couldn't fathom
In over a million years
You've got a million peers
That get a million chill bumps when
They hear your shit pump
You're on the cover of every magazine now
You are a star
You've been put inside a machine now
You are a sophomore
When will the jitters begin
You ain't broke no more
Does the hunger still live within?
Will your beats be a little
Slower or faster or
Will they demand your single sounds
Like your last one?
This time around
Will you do as well as they're expecting?
Or will your loyal fans close
Their ears and reject it
You were highly respected
Had fire on your last record
Nominated for Grammys
You wasn't half steppin'
I hope you were taught a
Very valuable life lesson
Ah baby don't stress it
Diamonds are made from pressure
I hope this gives you pleasure
Instead of causing depression
They're applauding, you're next up, step up
They're out of their seats
Didn't have to tell em to get up
You charted this week, you're number one
The pressures letting up
Your 15 seconds continue to tick on
A mega celebrity but inside something's wrong
He's never home, he's unhappy
He loves his family
His kids love they daddy
His girl's fussing at him
Plus you're tryna get your group on
That you came up with
So now you know what the price
Of fame will come with
Fuck every damn day
I wish that we could open
Up when a band plays perform our hearts out
Maybe get us a fan base
You can love me in either a good or a bad way
When I run out of rhymes that'd be a sad day
My life moves at a fast pace like a drag race
Sometimes I think in this industry
They don't have space
For someone that is unique as me
I just had to say see I speak freely
Sometimes it leaves a bad taste
In the mouths of these corporate
People who have say
Of who should be signed or not
It's a damn shame
I wanna have fame, give a girl my last name
How many of us hoping to
Get in this rap game?
So they can take care of they
People when they chance came
This for my artists that do it
Like it's the last thing
They'll ever do in their lives
Now I am asking
Are you ready for a million fans?
(Million fans)
Girls scream when they touch your hands
(Touch hands)
You done traveled all across the land
But, you still don't understand
(This is a gift)
Are you ready for a million fans?
(Million fans)
Girls scream when they touch your hands
(Touch hands)
You done traveled all across the land
But, you still don't understand
(This is a curse)
Life ain't so easy
Is it? Might seem exquisite
Excited by TV images
Projecting all these false idols
We lost lives too
Over a war of words, Biggy and Pac died too
All you want is people to recognize you
Feed your family, tour the world
Till the next time you drop an album
But see now you riding in Phantoms
You had a number one hit
Something you couldn't fathom
In over a million years
You've got a million peers
That get a million chill bumps when
They hear your shit pump
You're on the cover of every magazine now
You are a star
You've been put inside a machine now
You are a sophomore
When will the jitters begin
You ain't broke no more
Does the hunger still live within?
Will your beats be a little
Slower or faster or
Will they demand your single sounds
Like your last one?
This time around
Will you do as well as they're expecting?
Or will your loyal fans close
Their ears and reject it
You were highly respected
Had fire on your last record
Nominated for Grammys
You wasn't half steppin'
I hope you were taught a
Very valuable life lesson
Ah baby don't stress it
Diamonds are made from pressure
I hope this gives you pleasure
Instead of causing depression
They're applauding, you're next up, step up
They're out of their seats
Didn't have to tell em to get up
You charted this week, you're number one
The pressures letting up
Your 15 seconds continue to tick on
A mega celebrity but inside something's wrong
He's never home, he's unhappy
He loves his family
His kids love they daddy
His girl's fussing at him
Plus you're tryna get your group on
That you came up with
So now you know what the price
Of fame will come with