Someday by T-K.A.S.H. Lyrics
[Produced by Paris]
[Intro]
"Someday"
"Someday"
[Verse 1]
Yo, for every rapper in the spotlight
Is a Bay Area rapper not in the light you do not know
And even though they sound good on the mic and in the hood
And they should be on tour, they do not go
I call 'em victims of the rap game
Good people who try hard but still can't get up in this rap thang
No big breaks, just lunch breaks and smoke breaks
Comin' home late 'cause they workin' 'til closin' the day
No budget, so they detail and wax cars
It really is that hard to be a rap star
No contacts of people who know people
And still gotta eat, let alone make it that far
So until then
They walk a thin line right between studio time and two children
Between chasin' the deal and payin' the bills, the pain is real
If you relate to how it feel, say someday
[Hook]
"Someday"
Yeah, all the pieces of the puzzle will come back together in the Bay, mane
"Someday"
Yeah, the industry will come to us and we will never have to leave where we stay, mane
"Someday"
And we gon' finally stop all the talk about the Bay bein' played out
And even though some say it won't happen
I still believe that it will, any day now
[Verse 2]
Put up your hands if you used to work with
Some other rap cats and they already surfaced
It's ill when the real steel workin' in churches
And the ones that's not really deservin' burst up on the scene
You testified with your whole heart
"Dear God, why you got your potna ridin' on BART?
Why you got your potna sittin' in the crowd at the Summer Jam
Seein' my dreams bein' lived by another man?
Why you got me sellin' sacks on the under, man?
Just to pay for my next seat, deep cover, man?
Why you got me a Hilltop and Bay Fair
Chasin' the street teams, knowin' that they ain't there?"
So I wait for the taxi to snatch me
And drag me back to my cold, hard reality
No hot pink, just hot link sandwiches
A&R's tellin' me my style is too average
[Hook]
"Someday"
Yeah, all the pieces of the puzzle will come back together in the Bay, mane
"Someday"
Yeah, the industry will come to us and we will never have to leave where we stay, mane
"Someday"
And we gon' finally stop all the talk about the Bay bein' played out
And even though some say it won't happen
I still believe that it will, any day now
Yo, yo
[Verse 3]
The Bay Area, home of the Platinum Plus
Rappers who must still ride the back of the bus
While the rappers that's wack come up and stack bucks
We glance up and ask, "What happened to us?"
Major labels still passin' us up
Are we bein' too humble? Are we smashin' enough?
Are we not passionate enough?
We can't afford studio time, let alone gas in the truck
So up in the mean time, we work a three-to-five
And sit up on the sideline 'til we signed
And even though we feel like Pee-Wee stars
We still in the street sellin' CD-R's
We never look twice when we see these cars
Never brown-nosin' radio and TV stars
Someday, the Bay will finally see ours
And when we do, I'ma let the gang see these scars
Like what
[Hook]
"Someday"
Yeah, all the pieces of the puzzle will come back together in the Bay, mane
"Someday"
Yeah, the industry will come to us and we will never have to leave where we stay, mane
"Someday"
And we gon' finally stop all the talk about the Bay bein' played out
And even though some say it won't happen
I still believe that it will, any day now
[Intro]
"Someday"
"Someday"
[Verse 1]
Yo, for every rapper in the spotlight
Is a Bay Area rapper not in the light you do not know
And even though they sound good on the mic and in the hood
And they should be on tour, they do not go
I call 'em victims of the rap game
Good people who try hard but still can't get up in this rap thang
No big breaks, just lunch breaks and smoke breaks
Comin' home late 'cause they workin' 'til closin' the day
No budget, so they detail and wax cars
It really is that hard to be a rap star
No contacts of people who know people
And still gotta eat, let alone make it that far
So until then
They walk a thin line right between studio time and two children
Between chasin' the deal and payin' the bills, the pain is real
If you relate to how it feel, say someday
[Hook]
"Someday"
Yeah, all the pieces of the puzzle will come back together in the Bay, mane
"Someday"
Yeah, the industry will come to us and we will never have to leave where we stay, mane
"Someday"
And we gon' finally stop all the talk about the Bay bein' played out
And even though some say it won't happen
I still believe that it will, any day now
[Verse 2]
Put up your hands if you used to work with
Some other rap cats and they already surfaced
It's ill when the real steel workin' in churches
And the ones that's not really deservin' burst up on the scene
You testified with your whole heart
"Dear God, why you got your potna ridin' on BART?
Why you got your potna sittin' in the crowd at the Summer Jam
Seein' my dreams bein' lived by another man?
Why you got me sellin' sacks on the under, man?
Just to pay for my next seat, deep cover, man?
Why you got me a Hilltop and Bay Fair
Chasin' the street teams, knowin' that they ain't there?"
So I wait for the taxi to snatch me
And drag me back to my cold, hard reality
No hot pink, just hot link sandwiches
A&R's tellin' me my style is too average
[Hook]
"Someday"
Yeah, all the pieces of the puzzle will come back together in the Bay, mane
"Someday"
Yeah, the industry will come to us and we will never have to leave where we stay, mane
"Someday"
And we gon' finally stop all the talk about the Bay bein' played out
And even though some say it won't happen
I still believe that it will, any day now
Yo, yo
[Verse 3]
The Bay Area, home of the Platinum Plus
Rappers who must still ride the back of the bus
While the rappers that's wack come up and stack bucks
We glance up and ask, "What happened to us?"
Major labels still passin' us up
Are we bein' too humble? Are we smashin' enough?
Are we not passionate enough?
We can't afford studio time, let alone gas in the truck
So up in the mean time, we work a three-to-five
And sit up on the sideline 'til we signed
And even though we feel like Pee-Wee stars
We still in the street sellin' CD-R's
We never look twice when we see these cars
Never brown-nosin' radio and TV stars
Someday, the Bay will finally see ours
And when we do, I'ma let the gang see these scars
Like what
[Hook]
"Someday"
Yeah, all the pieces of the puzzle will come back together in the Bay, mane
"Someday"
Yeah, the industry will come to us and we will never have to leave where we stay, mane
"Someday"
And we gon' finally stop all the talk about the Bay bein' played out
And even though some say it won't happen
I still believe that it will, any day now