a lot (roman reigns) - j. cole, 21 savage & pehrox lyrics
a lot (roman reigns) lyrics
i love you
turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
for so many reasons
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (i do)
yeah, yeah yeah yeah
“i did exactly what i said i was gonna do at payback”
yeah, yeah, ah, ah
“i signed the contract”
whoa “i wrecked the fiend” whoa, whoa, yeah
“i wrecked the monster and i left”
how much money you got? (straight up)
how much money you got? (straight up)
“as the universal champion.”
how much money you got? (straight up)
how much money you got? (a lot)
how much money you got? (a lot)
how many problems you got? (a lot)
how many people done doubted you? (a lot)
left you out to rot? (a lot)
how many pray that you flop? (a lot)
how many lawyers you got? (a lot)
how many times you got shot? (a lot)
how many n*ggas you shot? (a lot)
how many times did you ride? (a lot)
how many n*ggas done died? (a lot)
how many times did you cheat? (a lot)
how many times did you lie? (a lot)
how many times did she leave? (a lot)
how many times did she cry? (a lot)
how many chances she done gave you?
f*ck around with these thots (a lot)
every day that i’m alive, i’ma ride with the stick
i’d rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
told my brothers take my breath if i turn to a snitch
but i’m 21 4l, ain’t no way i’ma switch
“i’m the champion.”
break it down, i break it down
“i’m your tribal chief”
i break it down, i break it down
“i am the head of the table”
i break it down, i break it down
“and when you have this kind of power”
i break it down, i break it down
“all you gotta do, is show up and win”
penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
my heart so cold i could put it in my cup
gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
then you went and wrote a statement
and that really f*cked me up
my brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
my brother got life and it turned me to the streets
i been through the storm and it turned me to a g
but the other side was sunny, i get paid to rap on beats
how much money you got? (a lot)
how many problems you got? (a lot)
how many people done doubted you? (a lot)
left you out to rot? (a lot)
how many pray that you flop? (a lot)
how many lawyers you got? (a lot)
how many times you got shot? (a lot)
how many n*ggas you shot? (a lot)
“like i said i would”
break it down, i break it down
“i beat kevin owens”
i break it down, i break it down
“because i’m a man of my word”
“so enough about the past”
i break it down, i break it down
“lets talk about the future”
i break it down, i break it*
question
how many faking they streams? (a lot)
getting they plays from machines (a lot)
i can see behind the smoke and mirrors
n*ggas ain’t really big as they seem (hmm)
i never say anything (nah)
everybody got they thing (true)
some n*ggas make millions
other n*ggas make memes (hmm)
i’m on a money routine
i don’t want smoke, i want cream
i don’t want no more comparisons
this is a marathon and i’m aware
i been playing it back from a lack of promotions
i was never one for the bragging and boasting
i guess i was hoping the music would speak
for itself, but the people want everything else
ok, no problem, i’ll show up on everyone album
you know what the outcome will be
i’m batting a thousand
it’s got to the point that these
rappers don’t even like rappin’ with me
f*ck it ’cause my n*gga 21 savage just hit me
and told me he sent me a spot on a new record he got
he call it “a lot, ” i open my book and i jot
pray for tekashi, they want him to rot
i picture him inside a cell on a cot
‘flectin’ on how he made it to the top
wondering if it was worth it or not
i pray for markelle ’cause they f*cked up his shot
just want you to know that you got it, my n*gga
though i never met you, i know that you special
and that the lord blessed you, don’t doubt it, my n*gga
dennis smith jr., stay solid, my n*gga
i’m on a tangent, not how i planned it
i had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
when they thought that
i wasn’t gone pan out, i got a plan
they say that success is
the greatest revenge, tell all your friends
cole on a mission
cementin’ the spot as the greatest who did it
before it all ends, n*gga
how much money you got? (a lot)
how many problems you got? (a lot)
how many people done doubted you? (a lot)
left you out to rot? (a lot)
how many pray that you flop? (a lot)
how many lawyers you got? (a lot)
how many times you got shot? (a lot)
how many n*ggas you shot? (a lot)
how many times did you ride? (a lot)
how many n*ggas done died? (a lot)
how many times did you cheat? (a lot)
how many times did you lie? (a lot)
how many times did she leave? (a lot)
how many times did she cry? (a lot)
how many chances she done gave you?
f*ck around with these thots (a lot)
i love you
for so many reasons
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