temptations - training season lyrics
[intro: gp/tempest]
yo, can we turn up my headphones please?
yo, iight that’s good, umm
[verse 1: gp/tempest]
dear father can you tell me how frequently that we’re played? can you tell me what kind of dreams that i dreamt of today?
can you tell me just how many youtube hits it would take?
for us to get up out the city, move somewhere rich far away
how many times should i jump t’il i make a splash in the game?
how many hours do my team gotta grind t’il we sleep?
can you tell me exactly
how many bones i should break of the enemy
t’ill i get the fear and respect that i crave?
can you tell me exactly what kind of path i should pave?
for other niggas my age once i get my chance on the stage
how many insults i’ve gotta take, until i can rage
for not getting the recognition for all the music i make?
sometimes i feel like simply raising this blade to my trach-yeah i know it’s bad of me it’s just so impulsive to say
that i fucking hate my life but i only do for today
until the fruit of my labor pays off tomorrow, t’ill then i pray
[hook]
“so how do you feel?”
following the word, i’m a lost apostle
“but you must understand…” i know the flow is dope
though i curse don’t mean this is not the gospel
“god is good isn’t he?” father
following the word, i’m a lost apostle
i know the flow is dope
though i curse don’t mean this is not the gospel
[verse 2: gp/tempest]
my mamma says i should look for all the good in the world
i told her all that shit’s so much easier said than done surrounded by a city who’s sole intention is to hurt
and then they turn around
and suddenly start saying that you’re the one
saying “gp you gifted” they’re looking at me to lead
i guess i’ll just have to take a note like a key
it’s funny how just a year ago people couldn’t believe
i was nothing more than a shit talking f-ggot
now they concede to the fact that
i might be talented in the fine art of speech
instead of comparing my white vocabulary to bleach
trying to have me jumped
when i’m walking around in the street
man i’ve been rushed so many times
that my mamma stopped cooking beef
dear father you know i’m young, i only just turned eighteen
and i pray that your comp-ssion preserves me to twenty one and anyone else who happens to hear these lyrics should know i ain’t calling this shit the hood
i’m just talking about where i’m from
[hook]
“so how do you feel?”
following the word, i’m a lost apostle
“but you must understand…” i know the flow is dope
though i curse don’t mean this is not the gospel
“god is good isn’t he?” father
following the word, i’m a lost apostle
i know the flow is dope
though i curse don’t mean this is not the gospel
[outro: fat albert x gp]
fat albert:
tsk…man would you stop with all this senseless crying and shit?
gp:
what the fuck you mean man? i a’int crying…
fat albert:
man you acting like a b-tch, man the fuck up…
gp:
what the fuck you mean im acting like a b-tch?
none of y’all understand me
none of y’all understand what i’ve been through
none of y’all understand what im going through
get the fuck out of my face man…
fat albert:
what the fuck you talking about man? i’m fat albert i’ve been there from the beginning, i’m a part of the team
a part of the crew, a part of you…
gp:
whatever man, i’m out…
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