Flashback to when the homies and I would just chill outside listening to music all night and I’d be the only one to go the whole night without sleep. Good times. Good job, bro.
Legit have been looking for this since release. Only have found others and they are all terrible. It's sad that it took this long to find this because of how little views it has. This is literally perfect and sounds almost identical to the original. Great job bro.
Music is my inspiration and performing is the greatest feeling in the world. I used to imagine it’s impossible for me to become a musician because of where I'm from and of my age but there’s something that pushes me to pursue it. So now, I started doing covers and writing songs and hopefully be recognized soon. Music is just so amazing for me. Music is my life-saver. :)
[Chorus: White Gold] Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] I'm a product of properly hoppin' up out of that poverty Profitin' all for coppin' and swappin' that property out for a possible monopoly Try not to adopt my father's old philosophies Same time I'm prayin' to God that everything works out at his colonoscopy I'm walkin' across a suicidal tightrope intentionally While the demons comin' out of me Wifey's on the side of me talkin' sense into me Without she, I feel incomplete mentally, she's been sent to me Right there since '9-6, worse nightmare to side chicks, some things are just meant to be This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me Y'all call this fame, I call this shit alcoholistic infamy Targettin' my kids and babies through population and gun control Shit make me wanna make a hunnid more Make a bigot racist uncomfortable If y'all against talk and reparation then I'm not against the thought of separation While the politicians that are white and privileged ask how is this different from segregation, that's funny bro Segregation is bein' told where I'm gonna go Separation is bein' woke and goin' wherever I wanna go [Chorus: White Gold] Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn [Verse 2: Eminem] Never sold dope for no gold rope Wanted one though, they were so dope (Yeah) Was a have-not (Yeah) 'cause my pockets (Uh) Didn't have knots, I was so broke On my last rock, for my slingshot Better haul ass, don't be no slow poke (Nope) Through the tall grass, run your ass off (Yeah) Oh no, got your pants caught on the fence post Getting chased, by them Jackboys, think it's 'bout to fuzz Like a lint roller they wait 'til it's late, they will tiptoe Through your living room window Take your Nintendo and then skate Making you feel like you got bent over and raped Little boy, you're never gonna get no rope chain Get your shit stole, and your lip swole, I became bitter As I got a little bit older, my hate Was making me get cold, and began to get a chipped shoulder Started to spit vulgar, my ZIP code had been skid row But I ate every single beat that I spit over, the shithole I escaped Then I began to explode, detonate, now the Eastside went schizo Thought my name was B-side 'cause they flipped over my tape And I won't hesitate To get 'em all bent so outta shape Oh shit, bro, hold up, wait I just tripped over my cape (Superman) And I'm not gonna let up, treat the paper like I'm chopping a letter Dre'll tell you how I shred So when you refer to the guy next to the doc, you meant shredder Now the cops wanna set up roadblocks on my head, I Got several bounties from feds in every county I'm with a gal at a Checkers wiling Bumping "Fuck Da Police" while I fed her Rally's This shit is like Romper Room Why do I feel responsible for these kids? All of whom I'm a father to I'm a God to you, y'all better worship the water I walk on Or y'all gonna meet your Waterloo I get to flippin' the mic' as a murder weapon I'm poppin' an extra clip, then cock and shoot, then I'm popping Do not let me catch you slippin' I will pop up and I'll take a spot from you I'll get to doing what a leaky faucet do But I ain't talkin' drip when I say that I'll get the drop on you Singin' fuck all of you in Autotune I am too volatile and too grizzly to bear Yeah, shit is gettin' to where I can barely even sit in a chair I bust my ass for this shit and I swear It ain't even worth dissing someone so offbeat That they can't even figure out where their words Should hit the kick and the snare [Chorus: White Gold] Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
Flashback for sure but I have to say that I will have to thank all who have put it together for us all who love this shbeats yes for us to listen to !!!
@@prodbyLOTI I have understand. But your version was the best I found, and I wanted to hear the instrumental of the white Gold version to see how it looks.
@@nava6474thank you for that! I’ve been trying to find out about it for months. Do you know the sample Eminem uses for the Kamikaze song “Stepping Stones” at the chorus?
(Uh) Shady's back up in the trap wit a mask on my face Cause you motherfuckers are coughin' all over the place And I ain't tryin' to die today Won't lie down in my fuckin' grave I will not be your fuckin' slave I'm poppin' pills like this a rave And I got no time to play it safe I need my personal space so please won't you just back away I'll socialize from a distance If you get lucky I may just give you my digits I been up writing these lyrics So the fans may someday hear it Got the gift to murder beats I know they gon' fear it I'm possessed by the spirit of slim off the clear shit And bitch no- I'm talkin' about vodka (haha) Tik-tok on the clock lemme thicken the plot Y'all just left me to rot hopin' you could take my spot I'm coming for ya neck like an adrenaline shot Of creatine mix it with a little codeine Keep it goin' till you fuckin' seize out or something Bitch I don't need a team cause I am the army Oh yeah bitch it's so alarming And it's funny that you think that you're harming me at all Sending shots at my dome (phew) that was a close call But (nah) not at all I was chosen to ball
