At What Cost? (Clean)歌词-Grip

At What Cost? (Clean)歌词由Grip演唱，出自专辑《I Died For This!?》，下面是《At What Cost? (Clean)》完整版歌词！

At What Cost? (Clean)歌词完整版

At What Cost? (Clean) - GRIP

Lyrics by：Latrell James/Neal H. Pogue II/Shellie Robinson/Kyle Clow

Composed by：Latrell James/Neal H. Pogue II/Shellie Robinson/Kyle Clow

There's some confusion about nooses

Guess our lessons ain't been learned

There's a contusion in our music

Guess our trauma our ain't been earned

I realize my sacrifice

Don't mean s**t to my masters burn

All of this s**t down to the ground

Until ownership gets its turn

We been rappin for pennies for half of a century

Laughing to mask the fact that I'm baskin in envy

Mastered the craft now they use my masters against me

Advance me some cash after taxes

I'm practically empty

Slowly losin my passion the path of an emcee

Got me gaspin passing the henney n grasping the semi

N***as think cuz I dropped a classic I'm doin better like

I got a slew of cheddar

If only you knew my thoughts of pursuing a new endeavor

They sayin Grip u can't give up on the music never

I quit is sumn you could never say

It's funny they act like I just started rappin yesterday

Fact of the matter is you n***as just started pressing play

I met a man who's pupils were dollar signs

He made a deal that promised I won't be forgot in time

But here's the catch every single rhyme u jot is mine

Not a problem fine just put yo name on dis dotted line

There's some confusion about nooses

Guess our lessons ain't been learned

There's a contusion in our music

Guess our trauma our ain't been earned

I realize my sacrifice

Don't mean s**t to my masters burn

All of this s**t down to the ground

Until ownership gets its turn

Product of the madness sold as product to the masses

From poverty we bastards

So we flashing in high fashion

Never learned cash money so when earnd cash money we burned cash money

Ghetto stars turned crash dummies

In foreign cars that's leased n Audemars wit links

We had to buss down for all dem times a n***a had to bus it

Or spent like half the budget to put some gas in the bucket

Down to yo last like f**k it

If I was a lad who's dad had ducketts would

I give this biz the green light if I knew the words

I sing might put me on a string like puppets

Controlled by japeto from ghetto to ghetto

Kiss yo hood goodbye and tell Hollywood hello

But old habits die hard n where

I'm from we die young cuz we can't

Let bygones be bygones so we buy guns

And when u caught slippin they gon make a killing off yo killing

And the cycle continues for your children

D**n

There's some confusion about nooses

Guess our lessons ain't been learned

There's a contusion in our music

Guess our trauma our ain't been earned

I realize my sacrifice

Don't mean s**t to my masters burn

All of this s**t down to the ground

Until ownership gets its turn