Paul Wall, Statik Selektah, Haile Supreme - Sea the Shore lyrics
[Paul Wall, Statik Selektah, Haile Supreme - Sea the Shore lyrics]
Statik Selektah
I've been tryin' for way too long
To find myself an ear
Tryin' to make myself in this here city
Tryin' to keep my head above the water
(Statik, Paul Wall, baby)
I can see the shore
I caught a new wave, I'm almost to the shore
Self-aware, I can see it clear, sure
All bullshit aside, no manure
This type of game is not sold in stores
The streets are dirty
That's why I'm muddy like a sewer
Head on a swivel, mind sharper than a sword
The world full of carnivores
They like to bite you 'til you sore
I'm hands-on, manicured, tougher than a Ford
I can't go back, only forward
If it bring progress, I'm all for it
I kill the static soon as Statik hit record
If I had it all
I would still be out there getting more
I always want some more, but I hate s'mores
It's not greed, I'm just a grinder at my core
Only focused on me and never yours
Talking down hoes, no allure
Nowadays I like to meditate if I get bored
I'm just tryna keep my motives pure
Thank the Lord
Jealousy a disease, showing love is the cure
I avoid the sick fucks
Shout out to Michael Rapaport
I'm just tryna stack my paper
Ceiling to the floor
I'm just tryna better me better than before
If you trying to stifle that, please
Exit out the door
I'm not the type to talk about it, me
I'm more a doer
I was always taught real hustlers will endure
The real era on life support
They tryna pull the cord
But please, don't fret, not yet
Just check the score
We still ahead in the game
Although we slightly fewer I don't sleep
So I guess that mean I don't snore
I judge a character
Not what you wore or what you pour
I check for beats and bars
Not what you sold and where you toured
I handle my emotions
Not another rapper scorned
1981 marked the year that I was born
March 11
That's the day I took my earthly form
Ready for 'em
Can't be too afraid to transform
Failure to adapt will fuck you
Faster than a porn rest in peace to all the
Fallen soldiers that I mourned
I pray I comprehend and heed
The signs when I'm warned
I wonder if it's better to
Be adored or adorned
I'm somewhere in the middle
Just trying to adjourn
I don't wanna sell my soul
I just want the coin
A Cadillac, a foreign, give me bread
Keep the corn
These boys out here warrin' and
They corny like Des Moines matter fact
They barely made it in with The Quan
Freedom for my dog, Roger Brown on my arm
I went from Antoine Drive to a U of H dorm
Out the norm, get out the storm
Bumpin' somewhere warm my Uber weed outside
I think he honked the horn
I'm just tryna float
I've been tryin' for way too long
To find myself an ear
Tryin' to make myself in this here city
Tryin' to keep my head above the water
I can see the shore in the distance
I know I can't afford to be timid
I gotta go and get it even if I'm the bait
I've been tryin' for way too long
To find myself an ear
Tryin' to make myself in this here city
Tryin' to keep my head above the water
(Statik, Paul Wall, baby)
I can see the shore
I caught a new wave, I'm almost to the shore
Self-aware, I can see it clear, sure
All bullshit aside, no manure
This type of game is not sold in stores
The streets are dirty
That's why I'm muddy like a sewer
Head on a swivel, mind sharper than a sword
The world full of carnivores
They like to bite you 'til you sore
I'm hands-on, manicured, tougher than a Ford
I can't go back, only forward
If it bring progress, I'm all for it
I kill the static soon as Statik hit record
If I had it all
I would still be out there getting more
I always want some more, but I hate s'mores
It's not greed, I'm just a grinder at my core
Only focused on me and never yours
Talking down hoes, no allure
Nowadays I like to meditate if I get bored
I'm just tryna keep my motives pure
Thank the Lord
Jealousy a disease, showing love is the cure
I avoid the sick fucks
Shout out to Michael Rapaport
I'm just tryna stack my paper
Ceiling to the floor
I'm just tryna better me better than before
If you trying to stifle that, please
Exit out the door
I'm not the type to talk about it, me
I'm more a doer
I was always taught real hustlers will endure
The real era on life support
They tryna pull the cord
But please, don't fret, not yet
Just check the score
We still ahead in the game
Although we slightly fewer I don't sleep
So I guess that mean I don't snore
I judge a character
Not what you wore or what you pour
I check for beats and bars
Not what you sold and where you toured
I handle my emotions
Not another rapper scorned
1981 marked the year that I was born
March 11
That's the day I took my earthly form
Ready for 'em
Can't be too afraid to transform
Failure to adapt will fuck you
Faster than a porn rest in peace to all the
Fallen soldiers that I mourned
I pray I comprehend and heed
The signs when I'm warned
I wonder if it's better to
Be adored or adorned
I'm somewhere in the middle
Just trying to adjourn
I don't wanna sell my soul
I just want the coin
A Cadillac, a foreign, give me bread
Keep the corn
These boys out here warrin' and
They corny like Des Moines matter fact
They barely made it in with The Quan
Freedom for my dog, Roger Brown on my arm
I went from Antoine Drive to a U of H dorm
Out the norm, get out the storm
Bumpin' somewhere warm my Uber weed outside
I think he honked the horn
I'm just tryna float
I've been tryin' for way too long
To find myself an ear
Tryin' to make myself in this here city
Tryin' to keep my head above the water
I can see the shore in the distance
I know I can't afford to be timid
I gotta go and get it even if I'm the bait