In an industry where very few rappers make real hiphop music, Versatile Rap artiste Slay remerges with a cover of Nas’ The Season produced by late american producer J.Dilla apparently the release is an introduction to his forthcoming mixtape due for release in the first quarter of 2015. As we ainticioate the full project, Broke and almost famous is a record that clearly speaks for itself. Mixed and mastered by L’Geezy. ENJOY
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Verse 1
Staring thru d balcony my demons tryna battle me
Make it to the top thats what they asking how can he?
Im a puppet in God’s hand but still i feel d agony
Its a thorn in my flesh its somtin like an acne
The vanity im chasing tryna dominate humanity
hoping on dis track i can run up to my sanity
Hoping i can get a chic to fulfill all my fantasies
Lord i hope u can forgive me cos im so used to profanity
used to getting drunk n overdosing on some hennessy
Taking shots to head feeling like JF Kennedy
i know dat Someday ama own my acadamy
So i can teach d people how to make themselves the enemy
U doing sometin wrong if u aint taking all ur chances
We seeing different things when we starring thru d lenses
Be ready everytime activate ur senses
Sometimes d better players gotta come up from d benches
Chorus
Lord why am i broke n almost famous
Im broke and almost famous
Lord why am i broke and almost famous
Somebody gotta explain why im broke and almost famous
Verse 2
See ion want a girlfriend shes gon be cheating on my ass
Cos im too broke my ass is fragile like a glass
I cant afford shit i cant take her on a date
Cos timba ti je gbese na me go wash d plate
so i dey give myself brain im sucking my own cock
Find me @ a cliff im pushing my own luck
I wanna get mine ion need yours
I brot my own kush getting high on my own drug
Father lord i pray that dat d music can take Me further
Putting smiles on the face of d family especially my mother
Be my brothers keeper in d crib playing some fifa
Like wiz khalifa ease d stress with some rifa
Oboi im so high praying for a safe landing
bar tending at the same parties im attending
Focused on my goals but i find myself defending
Had a poor start hoping for a better ending
Verse.3
Liquor in d glass, empty bottles of champange
Hoping i can get to empty all of my pain
All up on her body mhen i wanna be somebody
Have alotta money buy some georgoe amani
Sneakers all up on my feet when im going to d studio
To make anoda hit that can be banging on d radio
To all des other chics i want to be their mr Oreo
If this life na exam i want to have d orejo
slow n steady be d motion but well anyi na ganiru
We no get good samaritan today them no carry you
Everybody listen Emeka Sule Ganiyu
the hustle dat u put in dat is wats gon b ur value
Ur dreams goals n ambition make dat shit your hunger
Cos time is moving fast n d past is getting longer
The wrinkles never show but u know u aint getting younger
The pain u feel u today is eventually gonna make u stronger