Wasted Emotion versuri

Wasted Emotion lyrics by None illa, 5 One

None illa verse

5 in the morning
For most people they sleep or waking up, but for me, this the time when I’m yawning
But still I don’t condone it, cuz some are sleeping to see their dreams
While others cannot sleep because they’re doing it
Life’s a trip, gottamake sure you travel well
Sometimes your baggage can’t make onto the carousel
Icon, always felt I had Mike’s potential
6 rings, Moonwalker, even fight potential
But potential don’t equal a man’s succеss
Gotta get up and go chase it, til God can say your blessеd
Seems prey always praying on your downfall
And wonder why the predators can’t hang around y’all
I guess you win some and lose some
Fate is made, even greats had to choose one
Even Beast Mode had to study his block
I’m Mr. Carter in the rim, watch me ball with the rock

Hook:

Destined to live a dream for those who tried out and never made it
Dealt that bad hand and folded cuz they they never played
Never waited for the table turn, jealous of the other players
Money’s their motivation, yea that green really got ‘em jaded
I never hated, that’s a wasted emotion
I’m just a man, treated like the elder spokesman
On point, bitch I’m always on my shit
John Stock with the assist, out here trying to hit a lick

5 One Verse:

All these new era rappers, boy y’all capping to the fullest
Swear they throwing bullets, but be snitching to the juries
Run the city, better cop a squat
Ain’t even dressed for the game, acting like they the ones who took the winning shot
Just cheer us on while you standing in the bleachers
It burns from octane, when you standing with the reapers
Confess your sins while you standing with a preacher
Or get stretched from sawed offs like I’m celebrating Easter
To elevate I took a hiatus from the scene
Had to stack my green, went and got some titles and some deeds
But I fell off, nigga y’all tripping
Just mad cuz I’m ascending with the rockets and you starving like you Blake Griffin
All these rhymes sound like a crayon book
Full of Glocks and nine millies like an Akon hook
Looking at the shells thinking „that’s the best y’all took”
Iron Chef, pen you to death, with the best I cook

Hook:

Destined to live a dream for those who tried out and never made it
Dealt that bad hand and folded cuz they they never played
Never waited for the table turn, jealous of the other players
Money’s their motivation, yea that green really got ‘em jaded
I never hated, that’s a wasted emotion
I’m just a man, treated like the elder spokesman
On point, bitch I’m always on my shit
John Stock with the assist, out here trying to hit a lick