| Oh you think you doing something?
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| Foolish assumption you ain’t doing nothing
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| Grinding be taking all of my time up, you consumed by nothing
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| Niggas thirsty claiming they hustling but hungry they wasn’t
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| Young and discovered That’s what we wanted, was shoved in our stomach
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| Luggage emotional and the baggage brought tears to my mother
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| Finding yourself, now you know that it takes years to discover
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| But only the strong be the ones not compared to the others
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| I love em' but hate em', they don’t say no
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| Ain’t trying to make no waves so
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| Showing us how the motherfucking days go
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| Slaves with invisible chains for minimum wage
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| We all in the same boat
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| We can’t grow with faith flow
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| Your angle’s the difference between making do or that can’t dough
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| We be the best three
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| Yes we, check please
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| This is deadly, your favorite rapper’s pet peeve
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| Hard to impress me, 38 talking 17
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| Like a fresh tee, see our profits increase
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| And you stay trying, buying lavish things that matter mo
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| Trends go in and out, forgot about like it was vaginal
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| Damnit change the standard, same pattern, it don’t even matter mind frame
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| I switch up the picture, then situate it, be sideways
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| I’m dealing with an industry that’s afraid of some real talent
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| Shall I cater to niggas and try to deliver balance
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| See me riding Caprices, or trade it in for a Prius
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| Be balling Monday through Friday, y’all own the club on the weekends
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| What’s all of that you arguing
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| And go through the catalog and
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| You can tell that we write raps like we some tattoo artist
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| This is our corner homes, don’t let me catch you on it
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| Catastrophe, it’s a wrap for any who opposes
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| My door ain’t always open, could catch me before the closing
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| Knock on this opportunity door but you never go in
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| Cause if you ain’t in motion already I leave you frozen
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| New niggas really wait to be chosen
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| What the fuck
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| What’s up with these Bammas?
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| I don’t even know?
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| Where they trying taking?
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| They ain’t trying to go
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| Know what I’m saying
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| Not when you playing, slaying pm to am
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| The three of them keep ya speakers on blast that’s where ever we at
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| Question! |
| that is the lesson!
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| Yes indeed we do get busier
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| Too many trendy wanting it all ain’t putting in any work
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| The flimsy verse done made the beat disappointed
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| You flamboyant with hands pointing, really you should destroy that, annoying
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| It’s about to get ugly, and pretty aggressive, and really competitive
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| You see the president, isn’t a resident, inside of the city we represent
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| And see the city would be on if niggas were very determined
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| They come in and swing low, chariot gone, put the whole area on
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| Man y’all don’t know fly shit
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| All you do is buy shit
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| Y’all don’t ever apply shit
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| All you do is ride it
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| Y’all don’t do, or die shit
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| All you do is survive shit
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| That’s bare minimum, anyway keep it going
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| Now it just may be the way of thee whole planet I guess
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| But seems like y’all may just may be cool simply not reaching your best
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| But see now we three are not got plots to be in knee reach
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| Higher, speak fire, for any tryna, we never stop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song These Bammas , by - Diamond District. Song from the album March on Washington, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп