P.o.n. Lyrics - Pursuit Of Nappyness - Nappy Roots

[Skinny DeVille] 

Classic 2000 and forever... 

[Hook-Skinny DeVille] 

At first you don't succeed, try it all again 

I'd die 'fore I quit, so indeed I'ma win 

'Til the fat lady sing the last note in the hymn 

Don't worry 'bout me, I'ma grind 'til then 

[repeat] 

[Skinny DeVille] 

They say fame is like cheers, where everybody knows your name 

Success at any level has a feel I can't explain 

You win some, you lose, it's on how you play the game 

But you gotta know the rules and these dues are insane 

If you make it to the top, congrats, good for you 

You don't have to sell drugs, you can do it through school 

You can make it by your damn self, it's better with yo' crew 

But choose your team wisely, don't pick a bunch of fools 

You gotta motivate, through ya hate infested lakes 

Maneuver through the snakes and the sharks, white and great 

They was with you from the start, is always what they say 

Watchin' every step along the way that you take 

Nobody's perfect, see we all gon' make mistakes 

Ya live and ya learn, fast life, pump the brakes 

Last night's not today, and right now's not tomorrow 

Livin' for the moment, then you're time's already borrowed 

[Hook] 

At first you don't succeed, try it all again 

I'd die 'fore I quit, so indeed I'ma win 

'Til the fat lady sing the last note in the hymn 

Don't worry 'bout me, I'ma grind 'til then 

[repeat] 

[Fishscale] 

Yo, uh, my story 

Fishscale bumpin, murderville jumpin 

Must be a wrap 'cause I'm ballin' up somethin' 

Packin' up my bags in the old Chevrolet 

And if they ask where I'm goin' tell em 

Bringin' it back to the A 

State trooper got me, beat me like Rodney 

Left the big city, turned a Saint like Shockey 

Didn't have much but what the good Lord could spot me 

Ask me where I'm goin, say 

I'm bringin' it back to the A 

Music stop sellin', friends start bailin' 

I'm failin' everything, not to mention I'm a felon 

My cousin doin' time and I don't know what I should tell him 

'sides "Keep ya head up, cuz" 

I'm bringin' it back to the A 

Small town country boy, big city dreamer 

Double-wide trailer, pickup truck and a Beamer 

Tunnel vision driver, honk your horn if you see us 

If you wonder where I'm goin bruh 

I'm bringin' it back to the A! 

[Hook] 

At first you don't succeed, try it all again 

I'd die 'fore I quit, so indeed I'ma win 

'Til the fat lady sing the last note in the hymn 

Don't worry 'bout me, I'ma grind 'til then 

[repeat]