| I need to turn off my phone
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| Let’s do this, let’s do this right
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| Fuck everything!
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| Just yesterday, I had everything
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| Everything was nothing, but I ain’t complain
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| Just yesterday, we was everybody
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| We was all in the trenches, no one ever doubted
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| Just yesterday, had to remind myself
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| The internet’s a crazy place and so much of that shit is fake
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| I’m a nineties baby, so I’ll probably look you in the face
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| And tell you I don’t give a fuck, 'bout whatever you tryna say
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| Before I reply, I supply the silence
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| Comin' up seen alot of violence
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| Stay high through the struggle, I’m a fighter pilot
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| Shawty ass so fat, wanna die behind it
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| How that boy from the darkest side of life
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| Become a marvel of modern science
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| Really I go harder than all these artist
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| Who dick you ridin'
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| Why waste your time? |
| You don’t get that back
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| You D.K. |
| what I suffer through
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| What did life put my muscles through?
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| Made that boy indestructible
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| Why you can’t tell me shit like a substitute
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| Might pull up and just dump on you
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| Keep it G in my element
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| All my P’s and Q’s come away with the W
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| Just yesterday, I had everything
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| Everything was nothing, but I ain’t complain
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| Just yesterday, we was everybody
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| We was all in the trenches, no one ever doubted
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| Just yesterday, had to remind myself
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| The internet’s a crazy place and so much of that shit is fake
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| I’m a nineties baby, so I’ll probably look you in the face
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| And tell you I don’t give a fuck 'bout whatever you tryna say
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| These applications ain’t fit to lie on
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| Some of y’all know me, but mostly, y’all dead wrong
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| Label me criminal, rap sheet a mile long
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| I coulda been like you, but I had to grab my own
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| See I was in the west end, flexin', gettin' fitted for my rhinestones
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| Starin' at the mirrors in the ceiling, reflectin' on my life, homes
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| Tellin' you we got our choppers, we don’t need your fly over
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| If you need one man, I could call Tom and he’ll be right over
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| See some of my niggas package up whatever and sell it to make a cent
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| Put a shirt on and pull up to Sprint
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| Put in work but they makin' no better and so they quit
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| Blessings in disguise, I know what you were thinkin'
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| That nigga dance crazy, singin' at graduation
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| Them niggas ain’t gon' make it
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| Who wrote this anyway? |
| I did
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| That’s how you whip up the story and cook it to life, kids
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| You should try it, ooh, you might even be amazed
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| You might even be the face of some generation
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| That’s fuckin' the system for inspiration
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| Gun to the head like masturbation
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| Just yesterday, I had everything
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| Everything was nothing, but I ain’t complain
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| Just yesterday, we was everybody
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| We was all in the trenches, no one ever doubted
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| Just yesterday, had to remind myself
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| The internet’s a crazy place and so much of that shit is fake
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| I’m a nineties baby, so I’ll probably look you in the face
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| And tell you I don’t give a fuck 'bout whatever you tryna say |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Build , by - EarthGang. Song from the album Royalty, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп