MainoMaino – What Happened lyrics
Turn the mic up man
Get it loud
First the fat boys break up, then dibs at makeup
Niggas got a problem with Hov
15 years later, are we greater? Couple milk skyscrapers
And people still waitin for Hov?
New York got soft, niggas say they unity is lost
The critics pointing fingers, is it 50 sent for?
That we on a down slope, what happened to the east coast?
Do we blame it on the music? Should we blame Heathrow?
The OGs lookin for that 90s rap era
But these young kids screamin em Young Money letters
What a nigga pposed to do? I dont have the slightest clue
When you tryin to keep it real but being real aint really cool
Want the truth to be exposed, I dont judge a mans clothes
But these niggas wearin skirts and you tell me that its dope
I aint hatin, Im just sayin, Im just speakin how I feel
Ex con, all for rap, I done touched a couple mill
Man this shit is getting crazy, itll make you go bananas
But New York got a playlist look exactly like Atlantas
I tried to mind my business but they pushed me to the edge and shit
Heard a New York nigga say New York was irrelevant
What happened to my city mane?
What happened to my city mane?
What happened to my city?
Nobody give a fuck cuz aint no love up in my city, no
Guess Im caught up in my feelings
Cus I just cant just sit and watch these niggas crush our buildings
Im so confused, at times I thought what should be my mission?
Cus I just gave up my girl for a stripper thats religious
Hope the DJs play my record, yea
He gon play my record
If I rap and rap like that he gon pay attention
When I cook it cook it, bake it bake it
Cut it cut it, swag it swag it
Twerk twerk work work, we gon play, we gon play
When rappers and the Shawty get they passes from the folk
When they come to New York City they do anything they want
How Im pposed to move? What the fuck would Biggie do?
Should I confiscate they change? Should I make these niggas food?
Man Im thinkin to myself, it aint them, it is us
Cause we destroyed each other, who gon support us?
We pposed to be the team but we not, we look sweet
So why you think these niggas feel free to claim king?
And I know they gon try to mix it up and say I made it
But Ive been ridin foreign, since Im 9 I get plenty
Just sayin what these niggas scared to say but its how they feel
Niggas in my city scared to say but this hoes they feel
Dreams are stacked bundles, dyin for this shit
I called up Kiss, he said he tired of this shit
(Call me up for real nigga
See what I got to say about this)
Yea, we was playin chess, now these niggas playin cards
Its a shame, its the strippers, its the new A&Rs
Like what happened to my city? Like what happened to the bars?
Get yo self a Rollie and you automatically a star
Shoot a couple cheap videos, get on a couple blogs
Once you get to smoking mirrors you can blend in with the fog
Yo can get yo self a deal, you can get yo self a date
Get a beat from Mike Will, get a hook and verse from Drake
Probably both be on my album so dont try to call it hate
I just call it how it is cus Im the opposite of fake
Word to hot 97, word to pow 105
Every sound go were you here? Anybody from NY
They was used to breaking records, now they chasin records
If they cant bounce to it aint no need to make the records
Wait a second, I thought this was the Mecca
Home of the 1-2, mic checka
Rappin different, dressin different
Born and raised here but you reppin different
What happened bout that?
What happened to my city nigga?
I knew he was out of pocket man when the DJ told me, he said listen my nigga
You gave it to him first
So is Im playin Im gon look like a pig fly
I said what, nigga what?
Then another nigga told me
I got you homie
But I cant play yo shit before I play mines
Im CMA, is you the artist?
Thats not all my brother, Im tryin to fight nigga
We all need to look in the mirror my nigga
Yes I said it homie
For real, its everybody fault
Real talk man
Fore we get on some bullshit
You start sellin lies and some of you savage niggas
Aint ahead if you got
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