Lotta Praise - Radamiz, Adrian Daniel, Rudy Catwell

Hey, hey

Everything changes

Lotta praise, lotta praise, lotta traumatize

Lotta days, hit the lotto with no dollar sign

Got a name, got a name I immortalize

Gotta change, gotta change, need to call your line

Holding to this dream so long my fingernails got calloused

Got some peace, got some fear, I got balance

Fuck your shotty and your gang, I don’t need the violence

Stopped being a toddler with problems, I gotta manage

Got some goals, I got some goals up in the dark still

I just cry myself to sleep, in morning I got heart still

I don’t hold on to no beef, I let the Devil cartwheel

And she still say I got no heart still

Five out the four things you promisin' ain’t legit

I can’t hold you to your word every time you slip

All your friends only on the Internet, that’s a glitch

I don’t pay no mind to the evil and that’s a gift

For really, I ain’t never had the perfect Timbs

I ain’t never been vulnerable to my friends

You slid in my ex’s DM, took that to the chin

Never loved a girl that ain’t start fuckin' him

Grim, know I’m the light but feel so fuckin' dim

And everything I wanna see gotta come from within

A double shot of whiskey turn everything to a twin

And every time I promise to do good I go and sin, but saying that

Gimme lotta praise, lotta traumatize

Lotta days, hit the lotto with no dollar sign

Lotta fame, lotta flame, lotta colonize

But I still can’t be your shoulder when you gotta cry

I gotta be my own shoulder, cry

Yeti on your phone line, gimme cold shoulders, cry

I used to be a pimp on a Razor and Motorola

Now I’m like a rolling stone, I can’t even call you home

I take the pain with the shame and I hug mama

I know the days when it came when the rent wasn’t on time

But the pain made me want something

I longed for days that my parents get to see me in the high rise

So hold on, 'cause I got what you need

This just a story of a nigga from the NYC, yeah

Radamiz been losing daylight to bitches and business partners

The G-O-A-T author straight outta that Marcus Garvey

Need a New York Times column

Ain’t ever fit my worth into a wallet

I go bench press, the stress in a rap on the shit that still weighs in my

conscience

Radamiz been cuttin' friends off, the celly just got some scissors

Radamiz don’t sugar coat shit, the sonnets ain’t got no Splenda

Radamiz gon' dive in pussy and swim right on up to Heaven

Being too kind gonna kill me, my grin is a MAC-11

My parents lookin at me like they thought I woulda blew already

Fuck I’m 25 now?

I just was like 22 already

So much legwork, bruises broke the bottom of my shoes already Even finished NYU

to prove that I could do that, too

Fam been losing patience, pack my show, show unconditional

Who in Mogul Club still?

Damn, I gotta call up Critical

Fuck, I’m wildin'

Damn, I spent like close to 24 thousand dollars

God don’t let me die at my job

Fuck a time sheet, my head a t-t-ticking time bomb

My mama used to pray I stopped rappin', gotta be a rap star

Gotta be a rap star, not a roach in public housing

My back stuck to the wall like these old-ass plastic couches

In my living room

In the mirror giving myself a fucking interview

Like «Are they really even feeling you?»

Only like 5'8″ but got no one to look up to

They acknowledge that you winning

That don’t mean that they all love you, bruh

Everyone I know letting their dreams die

Everyone I know letting their dreams die

Eight milli in my city show no love

You in your twin bed right now, but been sleeping on the one

Lotta praise, lotta praise for when my soul hurts

Like fuck the real life pain you feeling if it make a dope verse

I fear that I’m gon' be another 'Damn I thought he’d really blow'

My homie died before I went Platinum, that was my growth spurt

All y’all slept on my drive, but I forgive

I kill myself before you see me go quit

I got a fan up in my DM telling me my song just really saved his life

And I’m still worried bout littlest shit, littlest shit

Like getting lotta praise

For what?

(For what?)

I don’t need that, I don’t need it

Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody

Wish there was a way, to save their minds

God wait for me, I’m short of time

We’ve sunk so deep, sin’s filled my lungs

Is there room up there?

Can I bring some?