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von Medhane
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Yeah
Right
Right, right, right
Uh
Yeah (Woah)
Right
Right
Yeah
Uh, Uhhh
The way life move feel like a time lapse
Before I go I gotta make another 5 racks
I speak in code with all my niggas like the wires tapped
Step ladder if you fall you gotta climb back
Retracing my path, all the times I got betrayed in my past
I hate it made me react
Niggas fake its like they made ′em out of paper and glass
I cant shake too many hands they got me saving my daps
Went and got it by myself I had to stray from the pack
When you really chasing wealth the only way is adapt
Perfecting the craft, left that other shit in the past
All the hate returned to sender now I'm giving it back
Fissures and cracks in bridges that I built in the past
Lotta layers to the shit and I was peeling em back
I be smoking out the onion rolling spliffs to relax
Know they say there ain′t a saint that didn't sin in the past
I get on the beat and bleed it like I'm picking a scab
You see the scars, they tryna tell the story like it isn′t ours
Taxing us to kill civilians and they call it war
Another morning another innocent shorty gone
Can′t expect me to accept the shit I know is wrong
You think i'm fucking with these niggas then you off the soft
I make sure, I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure, I make sure everything remains raw
Right
Right, right, right
Uh
Yeah (Woah)
Right
Right
Yeah
Uh, Uhhh
The way life move feel like a time lapse
Before I go I gotta make another 5 racks
I speak in code with all my niggas like the wires tapped
Step ladder if you fall you gotta climb back
Retracing my path, all the times I got betrayed in my past
I hate it made me react
Niggas fake its like they made ′em out of paper and glass
I cant shake too many hands they got me saving my daps
Went and got it by myself I had to stray from the pack
When you really chasing wealth the only way is adapt
Perfecting the craft, left that other shit in the past
All the hate returned to sender now I'm giving it back
Fissures and cracks in bridges that I built in the past
Lotta layers to the shit and I was peeling em back
I be smoking out the onion rolling spliffs to relax
Know they say there ain′t a saint that didn't sin in the past
I get on the beat and bleed it like I'm picking a scab
You see the scars, they tryna tell the story like it isn′t ours
Taxing us to kill civilians and they call it war
Another morning another innocent shorty gone
Can′t expect me to accept the shit I know is wrong
You think i'm fucking with these niggas then you off the soft
I make sure, I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure, I make sure everything remains raw
Writer(s): Medhane Olushola Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

