Ivan B - Price Tag lyrics

rate me

(Prod. Bobby Williams)

(Verse)

I treat the booth like the gym

But my wallet gettin' fatter

Real recognize real; do ya even matter?

How many rappers I got to send to the grave?

I restocked on stamps so open the gates

I'm here to write a couple lines; maybe ya could relate

Like, ya only feel great when ya fill up a tank

But I ain't thinkin' about it; I ain't thinkin' about it

Lace up; run the game, instead of trippin' about it

Yea, what ya want? What ya need?

When ya sayin' life is fine but ya neva get to see yo kids

And everythin' they did

What's a life to give when ya got work to live?

Hear my thoughts on it

Matter of fact. I'm at work right now

And they actin' like they foreva got me

10 minute break when I wrote this down

I want fame and fortune, but what it cost me?

(Verse 2)

Got a dollar in my hand and a million on my mind

Lookin' out the window like, 'This could all be mine'

What's the limit? I'll break it

They say they're real but they fake it

I see the crown; I'ma take it

Cause I've been losin' my patience

I made it goin' a hundred

I see them holdin' me down

What's a sea full of friends when they lettin' ya drown?

Life is always swingin'; are ya down for the count?

They say I'm gettin' competition

I see no one around

Shootin' for the stars like they're in our spot

I'm tryna pass a class that I should have dropped

No props; left work early and I didn't mop

I've been sweepin' up the garbage every rapper drops

Don't ya get it? We next

It's all swiss, no less

It's all good; we blessed

We got the brave on deck

But I'm stressed like, can I get it all?

Lose the one I luv then what's to gain at all?

Forget about yo squad then how ya gonna ball?

If no one see yo picture then what ya gonna draw?

Everything has got a price; what ya willin' to pay?

Would ya lose the ones ya luv for the things that ya pray?

What's an all black Lambo if ya losing yo way?

But my dinner plate empty so, what can I say?

Do I play it safe or go and risk it all?

But what's fame if they don't want ya to call?

(Verse 3)

When I try to forget, I seem to think of ya more

Lately I've been workin' to a quarter of four

Cause I don't know what I'm doin'

I know you're thinkin' I'm fine

And every time I think of ya, I'm always writin' a line

I know ya want an answer but I don't know why

Am I lookin' ahead or am I lookin' behind?

Once so close; I neva thought it would end

What's the price of luv with no time to spend