| The hopeless and poetic
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| Turned dopest then prophetic
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| They so pathetic
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| I did better than I could have ever said it
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| But level headed
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| Cause the bills got to get collected
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| They yapping as if they know me
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| Homie you could get to stepping
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| Was chilling by my lonely ain’t need a best friend
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| Cause when I did
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| He was close to my chick and he slid and
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| Then it was different, forget niggas and bitches too
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| The ones you think are the closest can change and switch they view
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| It sound crazy but it’s true
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| The lesson confirmed it
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| I learned but I’m standing firm and never refurbished
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| Been through a lot of hurt but it served purpose
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| Show what my worth is
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| Thought that I was worthless
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| And wanted to be off of the surface
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| But it’s crazy how life reverses because now I send them to the hearse
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| And the haters quickly disperse
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| Swear that I ain’t worried about a man because I could be living worse
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| I remember that I was starting from the dirt
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| Maintained through the pain and the hurt
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| Not a boy coming up like vert'
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| It’s just a notification I hope you get the alert
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| Yea, I hope you get the alert
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| I hope you get the alert
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| Maintain through the pain and the hurt
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| I just hope you get the alert
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| (Let that joint breath)
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| Uh yeah
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| Getting older so knowing there’s no time to play
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| Gotta get it andale whether night time or day
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| It’s time for pay
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| Ain’t letting chances slide away
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| I’mma divide ways when clouds and skies are gray
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| If it took a million days still I’d find a way
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| To make sure my mother stress less and she finally straight
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| Got my dreams chasing me call it fate
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| Was up late nothing nate
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| Just hopes to be great
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| Moms cooked but I missed it working on the tape
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| Then I wait and have crabs or ramen to make
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| Rhyming all night my craft got me awake
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| Could never fake a laugh cause I had to get it fast
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| Mom up for work like «boy you better pass»
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| Same day I go to school and I’m sleeping in the class
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| Or battling with teachers
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| I ended up cutting and leaving to grab pizza
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| But dreams was all I was trying to get a piece of
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| Now they all alerted like they heard me through a speaker
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| In like reefs we about to get deeper
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| I’m ready to kill 'em all just call for the reaper
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| It’s Bishy the b-eater
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| Yeah…
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| I remember that I was starting from the dirt
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| Maintained through the pain and the hurt
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| Not a boy coming up like vert'
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| It’s just a notification I hope you get the alert
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| Yea, I hope you get the alert
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| I hope you get the alert
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| Maintain through the pain and the hurt
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| I just hope you get the alert |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Alert , by - Bishop Nehru. Song from the album Bishy's Birthday Playlist, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп