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aha gazelle – daryl_coley flp lyrics

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[intro]
girl: who’s the song about, gazelle?
aha: oh my goodness, why you worried…
girl: watchu’ mean why i’m worried about it?
aha: look, the song – the song’s about you, it’s about you…
girl: no, why am i worried about it?
aha: the song about’s you!
girl: it’s not about me! if you would just tell me the truth, all of this could be aborted…
aha: why does it matter?
girl: watchu’ mean why does it matter? you know what, i’m sick of all these love songs, i watch you better when you rap…

[verse 1]
this ain’t for my fans, this for all my air conditioners
campaign so strong, i could run for senator
lion looking riding for something that he can’t provide
tryna k!ll me cause i got these powers, i just seen a sentinel
you’ll never find identical, quit trying to compare me
ain’t doing drugs but man aha got ’em like “how dare he?”
i understand that y’all pretending’s just a means to an end
but i’m a comic geek so grown men in masks don’t scare me
lately, all these labels got me laughing, and nothing’s funny
i’m tryin to hide my temper tantrum
like you don’t even have a hostage
how you ask for ransom
call silentó if you tryna to learn some new dances
and in addition, gettin’ money so it shouldn’t matter
do whatever you have to do to make your pockets fatter
mr. krabs will have you slaving making krabby patties
i guess that we become stars and get as dumb as patrick
my friend told me that i’m changing acting out of character
i said “funny choice of words” cause i’m no longer acting
i walk around like i got rings around me like saturn
forcefield to keep away all you shenanigans
all my new stuff, i really rep louisiana
and people who ain’t from the south make and start laughing
and think that it’s an insult when they call us ratchet
hold on…hold on…hold on…

[refrain]
they telling me that you can’t have it all, you have to share the wealth
we gon’ play keep away if you try to keep it for yourself
when the little man cuts out the middle, man, they put an x on malcolm’s hands so they can go and put an alb-m on the shelf
the only problem is that if i leave then there is no one else
they tried to clone me like “really, boy, you thought we couldn’t tell?”
i lift my eyes up to the hills and then i ask god for help
and then i ask him for forgiveness when they ask “how much for sale?”
“i need all of it, the home budget, the big numbers…”
the way we ball make ’em pause when they stop and
see them big commas, we walk around like emperors
if we ain’t the goats then we some talking llamas with a new groove
all the money and all the clothes, the whole buffet and extra b-tter on the dinner roll still wouldn’t be enough

[verse 2]
believe in god, you don’t have to believe in us
they colour blind, so they ain’t seeing us
and if they say they can, they lying
when they find out you can read, i guarantee they ain’t buying
wasn’t gonna say a word, but i can’t keep quiet
just wanna make their pockets fatter like [?]
i’m optimistic but it doesn’t mean i can’t keep trying
i’m talking to myself like “don’t worry, it will be fine”
should have a pro-bait the way these people all on my line
but i suggest you don’t cross me that wouldn’t be wise
should go and pro skate the way i’m always on my grind
my bad, i apologise for that predictable line
i manoeuvre like a dope dealer, they want my supply
if you don’t hear that “it’s aha” then the beat ain’t mine (“it’s aha!”)
everyone up in my squad look like we commit crimes
you can charge me for arson ’cause i do spit fire
born in ’93 and ever since i’ve been that guy
trying to buy a piece of land so i can be that squat
it bothers people when you do things without asking
all because it shows the fact you really don’t need them
i’d rather be a gospel singer than a christian rapper
’cause kirk franklin got up on a kanye feature
to tell the truth goin ‘this hard ain’t easy
to tell the truth the competition will prolly never beat me
like how you beat the dude who’s making all your beats and it gets worse because you can’t beef because you hungry and you never bite the hand that feeds you
y’all don’t hear me, y’all just wanna look for any reason
i count my money in the back like i’m an old deacon
turns out they feel played because all the songs the most plays
all got the aj feature, oh jesus
they like, “aha, we want an interview…”
but that is on a list of things i ain’t finna do
i rather be an indian, squanto, build me a casino
but we all know exactly what the pilgrims do
like what you really wanna know about me that you can’t just google
they all ask the same question like “when you start doing music?”
man, i’m tj henderson, smart guy with a smart mouth
the only time that i don’t is when i just play stupid
they like, “i know you new to chh but you may be the best”
and my only reply was “what was that?” i meant no disrespect
you can ask ki’shon and street, i never heard of it
i’ve only been making music, nothing more and nothing less
basically i know who lecrae was, and i respected his grind
he was the first rapper i recognized that was crossing the line
up on bet showing that he wasn’t ashamed of his faith
i felt i had no excuse to go and be ashamed of mine
i found out about andy ’cause white people support they own skin
rapping like a black guy, how could you not support him?
my homie cj put me up on social club
and they were way too relatable
i always felt like a misfit
but other than that, there’s dre and 2 chainz and j. cole and k. dot and kanye and kanye and kanye
big sean, t. scott, future and luther vandross
he’s the reason i’ve been singing, blame him for my bad notes
pj morton is one reason i start playing piano
spent weekends hearing weeknd hitting all them falsettos
let the horns drop, i was raised in “get get get it”
listening to [?] low said he can rock it acapello
i was on to this one girl, she used to always ignore me
now i’m the one ignoring her because i know she ain’t for me
i remember we b-mped t-pain, i told her he’s a legend, how he created a whole new sound but that’s a whole ‘nother story
but anyways why these strangers hit me up i just wonder
plus the females, how they even go get my number?
they called my phone like “what’s good, do you have time to talk?”
with no more excuses, i’mma start saying “no, i don’t wanna”
they like i just hit you up because i’m trying to connect
like i got wifi for them to go get on internet
i say “i’ll call you right back” and hopefully that’s the end of that
i gotta hand it to ’em, they made sure i wouldn’t feel that
they like “let’s build something bro” then they get real specific
and at this point i just hang up before they bring up logistics
man my house has been built
i only got room for my family and friends
no room for guests, so you can’t live up in it
and all these label guys tryna chop the number up like samurais
way more than [?], they gon’ have you skinned alive
feel so disrespected, i should get the double barrel
tryna walk the straight and narrow but have you ever had some curly fries
y’all act like y’all new to this, making me put up with foolishness
i sat up in the meeting, y’all didn’t even know who boosie is
y’all didn’t do your research
y’all don’t know how much i’m worth
they can’t be hard, i made sure you can google this
y’all hooligans
they tryna read my face like i don’t know what mood he’s in
i dropped vegeta and did what they said i wouldn’t do again
they thought the sauce was a fluke
that song had been broke the roof
a year later and they still jammin because it sounds brand new
i never tried to hide god, the whole time i stayed true
it ain’t no secret, what he’s done for others, he’ll do for you
[?]

[refrain]
they telling me that you can’t have it all, you have to share the wealth
we gon’ play keep away if you try to keep it for yourself
when the little man cuts out the middle, man, they put an x on malcolm’s hands so they can go and put an alb-m on the shelf
the only problem is that if i leave then there is no one else
they tried to clone me like “really, boy, you thought we couldn’t tell?”
i lift my eyes up to the hills and then i ask god for help
and then i ask him for forgiveness when they ask “how much for sale?”
“i need all of it, the home budget, the big numbers…”
the way we ball make ’em pause when they stop and
see them big commas, we walk around like emperors
if we ain’t the goats then we some talking llamas with a new groove
all the money and all the clothes, the whole buffet and extra b-tter on the dinner roll still wouldn’t be enough