Welcome Mat by The Jay Bishop Project Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Guess who's back in town but not really
I done traveled round the world but still holding it down. My influence extends beyond the internet. I touchdown globally with ill cats and connect. But some of these niggas wanna disrespect my name like I ain't responsible for money they make in the game. Who made it possible for you to get endorsements and just play festivals instead of all that tour shit? But when I listen to your shit I don't hear your hopes and dreams. Get rich quick schemes are all you got for me. You say nigga, I ain't even hip hop you see. So quit fucking with me and all the old cats claim that they want me back. But when I look for some support, where the fuck are they at? It's like there ain't no spot for me. Niggas used to get shot for me. Blocks rocked for me. Damn…
(Hook)
My nigga where’s the party? I thought yall’d wanna welcome me back
I guess I gotta do it myself so let me pull out the welcome mat. (x2)
(Verse 2)
You know my name though I go by a few. They call me golden era. Niggas swear they know how I do. Some folk call me boom bap. That real rap, that real shit, lyricism, that real spit. Young niggas call me washed or that 90’s bullshit. Old niggas call me gospel and preach from the pulpit at trap niggas who don't wanna hear bout historical facts. They get paid from 808’s and rhetorical raps. They call me old school. I look at em’ funny cause the niggas I call old school ain’t do it for money. They wanted respect. These rappers just want a check. These producers getting fleeced leasing beats on the internet. Like God damn you don’t even value your work. Paid pennies for streams everybody getting jerked. What’s left to do for a cat like me? Black like me who rap like me surrounded by apathy. But still…
(hook)
My nigga where’s the party? I thought yall’d wanna welcome me back
I guess I gotta do it myself so let me pull out the welcome mat. (x2)
Guess who's back in town but not really
I done traveled round the world but still holding it down. My influence extends beyond the internet. I touchdown globally with ill cats and connect. But some of these niggas wanna disrespect my name like I ain't responsible for money they make in the game. Who made it possible for you to get endorsements and just play festivals instead of all that tour shit? But when I listen to your shit I don't hear your hopes and dreams. Get rich quick schemes are all you got for me. You say nigga, I ain't even hip hop you see. So quit fucking with me and all the old cats claim that they want me back. But when I look for some support, where the fuck are they at? It's like there ain't no spot for me. Niggas used to get shot for me. Blocks rocked for me. Damn…
(Hook)
My nigga where’s the party? I thought yall’d wanna welcome me back
I guess I gotta do it myself so let me pull out the welcome mat. (x2)
(Verse 2)
You know my name though I go by a few. They call me golden era. Niggas swear they know how I do. Some folk call me boom bap. That real rap, that real shit, lyricism, that real spit. Young niggas call me washed or that 90’s bullshit. Old niggas call me gospel and preach from the pulpit at trap niggas who don't wanna hear bout historical facts. They get paid from 808’s and rhetorical raps. They call me old school. I look at em’ funny cause the niggas I call old school ain’t do it for money. They wanted respect. These rappers just want a check. These producers getting fleeced leasing beats on the internet. Like God damn you don’t even value your work. Paid pennies for streams everybody getting jerked. What’s left to do for a cat like me? Black like me who rap like me surrounded by apathy. But still…
(hook)
My nigga where’s the party? I thought yall’d wanna welcome me back
I guess I gotta do it myself so let me pull out the welcome mat. (x2)