| People all up in my business
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| How you talkin' shit when you ain’t got a pot to piss in?
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| So just because you seen my twitter and my YouTube glory
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| That’s like reading one page of a book and claim to know the story
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| Started 'bout 3 years ago, hopped up on a jet
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| Had an internship that’s filled with dreams, left home with no regrets
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| Landed in America, the land of hope and dreams
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| Then I realized reality don’t match the TV screens
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| See, everyone was dreaming, I just woke up on my knees, I’m bowing down,
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| praying to God that I won’t ever have to be
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| Suited in front of computers man, just wasn’t me
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| See, I was born to stand on stage, never to grovel by your feet
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| Never work under a prick who clearly need some therapy, who made me work hard
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| day and night and kept on lying through his teeth
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| Well fuck it man, I quit the job
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| Fuck that fucking prick
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| So what, I did all this for nothing cause my music weren’t gettin' hits
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| 100 plays a day, I kept refreshing on my SoundCloud page
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| Tellin' my brother Jesse: «Thank you man, I swear it’s worth the wait»
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| Harry on the phone, sayin': «Dan, forget the hate»
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| Never open up, cause if you do, that day will be your fate
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| It’s hard when you be coming from your home with no supporters
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| You’d assume they’d have your back like the word after a quarter
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| And I ain’t talkin' football when I say I’m kickin' off
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| This my chance to show the world that Danny Deth my only boss
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| Danny Seth, the only kid who grew the balls and showed them off
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| I laid my cards out on the table, now I’m waitin' on the flop
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| Never started from the bottom and I was never at the top
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| I wrote my stepmom 7 letters, now I heard she cut me off
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| My dad, he lives in Spain, my sister going through a lot
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| My mom, she tryin' to keep us together like she tied us by a knot
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| You think you know my story? |
| Well, that shit is just a myth
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| Take a break and concentrate, and listen to a lyricist
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| Hooks weren’t meant for me, I’m on my green, no celery
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| I swear, I got too many bars like a penitentiary
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| And everybody claim they next, well, no one sittin' next to me
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| I’m kickin' all these rappers nuts like a damn vasectomy
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| There’s no ejecting me, I’m kinda comfy like some exit seats
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| I swear I gone and killed the track, may that fucker rest in beats
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| How you testin', I be the freshest white boy in my section
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| I got an infectious flow, like my shit’s never been tested
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| If having swag was illegal, I’d be locked up and arrested
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| I’m here to stand up for London like a fucking erection
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| I’m directing the segments of white kids wearing gold necklace
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| See, we were never accepted but now’s our time for acceptance
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| See, people telling me to quit, that’s on a regular basis
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| I got some silver in my mouth, I ain’t talkin' 'bout braces
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| See, those typical white kids who get markedly chatly
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| They put a snapback on their head and have a puppeteer writing
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| I’m the newest a breath of fresh air on your chest
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| I’m gettin' done eatin' this game, man, it’s time to get the check |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monumental , by - Danny Seth. Song from the album Perception, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп