Lyrics For Residual Self Image By A Reece Ft Ayanda Jiya
Goin’ off, goin’ off
Goin’ off
Goin’ off
Forgive me, I’m goin’ off
For all the non-believers who were there when I started off
Ever since I made it, I ain’t hear not a word from y’all
I know that you pray I fall, you need a new prayer, dawg
That’s is why I be (Goin’ off)
Forgive me, I’m goin’ off
Fifty thousand for the night and I might just blow it all
(She’s riding with me for the night and I might just show off)
(They know when I arrive that I make the city small, yeeeah!)
One-two, one-two, yeah!
Acknowledgement without the accolades
Still, I celebrate ’cause any day could bе the last time I hear this record play
My heart is in a better place, my mind is in a different state
So I don’t even care how much the records made
How many lives can this record save?
How many minds can it liberate?
Feeling like I’m liable to make a change
Here I stance in a stage as I take a leap of faith
I let the music lead the way, all that passion I put in the game
All the credit that I never claim
Yet I’m still amazed at how they always finding ways to slander my name
Life is a gamble but, like old people at casinos, dawg
I’m here to stay
(They know when I arrive that I make the city small)
One-two, one-two
This shit ain’t a hobby; it’s a lifestyle
Niggas, I tell you likewise
I say niggas referring mostly to my guys
Nothing like those humble days
When all I was to you was just nothing more than a lifeline
Niggas think they’re brave enough to take mine
I ain’t never been the type to take five
Especially when I’m behind enemy lines
In position, minding my own business
But niggas keep sniffing, impersonating a K9
I keep telling my mother that I’ma make time
Great things take time; I’m on a mission
Total demolition, world domination, operation fuck the system
Niggas know we ain’t kidding this side
Niggas know ain’t nothing killing the spirit this time
Nigga, just keep that in mind
My nigga like me keeps getting harder to find
Told her a nigga like me keeps getting harder to find
They know when I arrive that I make the city small
Watch them hate and pray for my downfall
Niggas catching feelings ’cause they know I walk tall
[Interlude(from the Matrix)]
Is it really so hard to believe?
Your clothes are different
The plugs in your head and arms are gone
Your hair has changed, your appearance now is what we call residual self-image
[Part II]
Yeah, they tried to black-ball me but I’m still putting numbers on the boards
You boys are only known for shaving points like Paul on the longer shot
I know you ain’t who you think you are
You are a bad lier, stop trying hard
Quit talking like you got priors
You don’t wanna start an uproar with the man I stand before
These niggas got pride like a group of lions
I’m in top form, they won’t admit I’m killing it on every platform
You’re in the prisons of a God, nigga
Hold your applause, if you gon’ put your hands together
You might as well send a prayer to the Lord
You hell bound fucking with the boy