[Intro]
I'm Rodney and I'll be your host this evening. Tonight
We got a young gentleman all the way from uhh, Los
Angeles. The guy is making his way from Compton,
California and uhh, the guy has a lot of swagger. You
Know, you might have seen him around, maybe never seen
Him before. But he has definitely got a lot of
Potential and he is here to show it tonight.
[Intro: ducing Tyga Tyga.]
(Tyga)
[Verse 1]
Picture cash baby born how the duffle bag. How to ride
A moment don't make my temperature mad. Flickin' my
Past admire all the shit that I had. Thinkin' I'm
Really reppin' my city without a flag. Carry-ons,
Earphones, MCM bag, elderlies mad as we all sittin'
First class. Look over shoulder laugh, family matter
Chattin, did I do that? Imagine Erkel with a little
Swag. Betty groaning already these bitches gettin' old,
Fettichini flow, let my words twist around the folk.
Make you eat it like a dyke to a lesbian, oh, the lady
Will get it after the show. Oh oh, protection for
Sexual, ah ah, thought you knew, nigga I'm passive
Proof, and you lookin' broke. Got for your diamonds
Same color cantaloupe, my life an episode so expect a
Fuckin' show.
[Chorus]
("The potential" is repeated x5 while Tyga speaks)
I remember this one time though when I was like 11, and
Um I use to work with this one producer out here in LA,
And he use to make me write shit over and over again,
And I would be like damn. Like I use to feel like not
Good enough, like my bars wasn't ready. But it wasn't
That, they just wanted the potential that I had. You
Know what I'm sayin'? So they just like kept making me
Write it over and over and shit, you feel me?
[Verse 2]
Any minute I could lose the momentum. Lord forgive all
My days I have spent sinning. Show my momma love, with
A key and red ribbon. A freedom writer even niggas up
In jail feel him. Pause, my miracle bars will leave
Your mind in prison. Now what you was thinking cant
Even think you can ya nigga. New Orleans they scream
For the beads on cameras. Up in the dorm hours before
Performance on campus. How could you not be famous? Too
Much managers can't even manage. Shout out to at money,
He do the managing, while I fresh like Irish Spring.
Obviously, I'm what the crowd came to see, Tyga not
Tyrese. What you can sing, every melody and on a beat,
Had the beach water money fold like laundry, honestly,
Don't lie to me, fuck around and write your wheel right
In your drivers seat, fucking with them G.E.D. boys.
[Chorus]
("The potential" repeated x5 while Tyga speaks)
So like, years years later they announce to me, that I
Got an opportunity and chance, and it was like, who
Wouldn't like it at first, and I thought all of that
Hard work was going to pay off, but it really didn't
Because people wasn't biting onto it, but I think they
Just knew the potential I had, but they just wanted
Better from me. But thank God for listening.
[Outro]
Everybody make some noise. Come on clap it up! The guy
Has potential. I am Rodney and I'll see you next monday
Night.
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