Jean Grae ft. Block McCloud - “No Doubt”
[Emcee(s): Jean Grae]
[Producer(s): Nasain Nahmeean (AKA Jean Grae)]
[Hook/Background Vocals: Block McCloud]
[Intro: Jean Grae]
I ain’t afraid to shine different. Come on
[Verse 1: Jean Grae]
Devoted life to the dream of lights and fortune and fame, I might
Just gain the vision or just might be living in vain. See, in the game
It’s fool’s gold and platinum thugs stacked with cash
Drugs and women, bubbling crime, troubling time
I stayed humble with mine, had drama for words
Encountered some birds who tried to take the shine, but I’m illuminating
Like a thousand frozen wrists in the glint of the sun
Worth the Franklin Mint and Wall Street combined into one
They can’t see it yet though. Different like niggas saying
Petrol for gas, English metric system, bringing on the past
Just trying to reach y’all, no one’s at my arms’ length
Wanna stay in the race but slowly running out of breath
They all alike, can’t understand. Maybe it’s safest
To play the role and be another glitch in The Matrix
Repetitive flow, embedded in dough. I run the risk of pissing
Everybody off, but I don’t care if you know
[Hook: Jean Grae with Background Vocals by Block McCloud]
Yo, I’m on
The line like white china, table
Lay it all out for this shit, nigga, no doubt
Fuck real. I’m right. Told you
The last time, man. Fuck y’all, say it
Bring it, lay it all out for this shit, nigga
No doubt. Fuck real. I’m right
Told you the last time—things ain’t different
Say it, bring it. I’m on now
[Verse 2: Jean Grae]
Quit for good too many times—shit, maybe I should
But it won’t prevent rejection reappearing in life
I even lay the toughest down for you, paint the ground floor
Pain for you only so that you feel me write (Alright). They hear me
Tight from the ills perhaps, but not a lot of scenes
Like movie stills of fleeing from fiends and caps. I had
Thrills in hospitals, couple of hot chases
Romance with Jacks (Uh huh), Jills in dirty places (Uh huh)
No jail cell been filled and no court cases, but
Committed murder of flesh, two of my own faces
At best, I’m a dime each, not a dozen, never cheap
Fornicated adultery once and now I never cheat
Younger sibling of two, family dysfunctional
Problem with being on time, hardly ever punctual
Punch-clocks give me the runs—it’s not in my blood, akhi
Y’all flashing guns at me. Time to go let it be
[Hook: Jean Grae with Background Vocals by Block McCloud]
Yo, I’m on
The line like white china, table
Lay it all out for this shit, nigga, no doubt
Fuck real. I’m right. Told you
The last time, man. Fuck y’all, say it
Bring it, lay it all out for this shit, nigga
No doubt. Fuck real. I’m right
Told you the last time—things ain’t different
Say it, bring it. I’m on now
[Verse 3: Jean Grae]
See, I got these
Bill-collectors practically at the door chilling
I can’t explain to Visa how I’m trying to stack a million
Hustle on the side for chump change, it’s not big-time
I only do it for fries, chicken and wine and hump days
Reality spit, dudes and rap bitches sick of me
And if they write, they still print—I’m trying to do calligraphy
All real, sit up just all night, just thinking it’s
All wrong, won’t sleep ‘til everything’s alright
I made brush fire noise, I need four-alarm
3 AM on the lawn with two kids and one slipper on
Blaze now. Your days phase out like old sitcoms
Trying to save the show by putting new fucking kids on
Love me or not, respect it for what it’s worth. I’m like
A bundle of dough in a knot in a purse under your cot
Undiscovered lines like connecting the dots. It’s gonna happen
Sooner or later. Fuck rapping. Just getting air
[Hook: Jean Grae with Background Vocals by Block McCloud]
Yo, I’m on
The line like white china, table
Lay it all out for this shit, nigga, no doubt
Fuck real. I’m right. Told you
The last time, man. Fuck y’all, say it
Bring it, lay it all out for this shit, nigga
No doubt. Fuck real. I’m right
Told you the last time—things ain’t different
Say it, bring it. I’m on now