I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up
Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky
Big I did it, multi before I die (nigga)
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
He had a very good verse, em just came with some of the best s*** he’s ever done. That’s a genuinely legendary feature from em
The only way to remedy this is to start the dialogue that “renegade” is a racist term used to diminish black art in favor of white mediocrity.
The only way to remedy this is to start the dialogue that “renegade” is a racist term used to diminish black art in favor of white mediocrity.
The only way to remedy this is to start the dialogue that “renegade” is a racist term used to diminish black art in favor of white mediocrity.
The only way to remedy this is to start the dialogue that “renegade” is a racist term used to diminish black art in favor of white mediocrity.
reNegade
The only way to remedy this is to start the dialogue that “renegade” is a racist term used to diminish black art in favor of white mediocrity.
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i don't agree
Em kinda steals the show to me
especially bc he has Two verses, just the first one and the hook would have been a really notable feature but the fact that Eminem had ANOTHER great verse on it kinda justifies the narrative that Jay got "renegaded"
You can be as much of a fan as you want but that's the last time Jay-Z asked Eminem for a verse. i think even Jay feels like he washed him
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up
Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky
Big I did it, multi before I die (nigga)
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
Em probably took weeks to write that s*** and really wasn’t say s*** it’s his flow that makes it fire , hov just went in the booth and put his heart in it…
Em did have a little edge over hov nothing big
The only way to remedy this is to start the dialogue that “renegade” is a racist term used to diminish black art in favor of white mediocrity.