| No one gave me nothin', I had nothin' handed to me
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| If you talkin' money, then you got an understandin' with me
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| I can’t believe I ever treated you like family homie
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| I let you in and now you actin' like you barely know me
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| Fuck 'em, I don’t want 'em, I don’t need 'em
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| I don’t bite the hand that feed me ain’t the reason that I’m eatin, nah
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| Man I did it with my mothafuckin' talent
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| But these corny mothafuckas want credit for my achievement, nah
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| Listen, are you a liar or a grown man?
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| Yeah, 'cause you can’t be both, right?
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| Yeah, you ain’t ridin' with me, we ridin' on you
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| The least that I could do is let you know, right?
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| I stand alone, I gotta handle it
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| Yeah, 'cause if you ain’t gonna do it yourself, it isn’t happenin'
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| And management said can it with that Hispanic shit
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| But mira mira mothafucka, es mi vida mothafucka
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| Ain’t nobody tellin' me how to live my life
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| I’m comin' back like I’m Buddha, I’m 'bout to live it twice
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| Don’t ever listen to no one, now that’s the best advice
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| You don’t gotta a clue what I sacrifice, I told ya
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| Now I don’t owe nobody for a damn thang, hell nah
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| (Hell nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
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| They lyin' if they told you that you can’t change, hell nah
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| (Hell nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
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| And we out here in some dirty ass Timbs
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| It’s the mothafuckin' outfit and these bitches ain’t about shit
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| A middle finger in the air for the people that’ll doubt it
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| People still are askin' what happened with that Ross shit
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| He made some promises but he was only talkin'
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| He said the lawyers would call me with an offer
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| But what the hell type of boss answer to bosses?
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| I was gettin' calls on the label, I sat across at the table
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| From Wendy Goldstein, we talked and we played her
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| Couple songs from the tape that I would drop a week later
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| Then she stopped and said she had to put the offer on paper
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| But we waited and it never came
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| They wanted me to sell my soul so they could go and sell me dreams
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| These label people, they tell you things to tell you things
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| You gotta see through their bullshit like cellophane
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| I am not embellishin', I just had to speak this
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| I don’t want them thinkin' that my silence is weakness
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| Imagine if I had signed and started beefin'
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| Would he had turn his back on me like after that Meek shit?
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| Man, I ain’t even sleepin', I gotta get it for my family and nieces
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| Yeah and I probably shouldn’t release it
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| But I ain’t never listen to reason, I told ya
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| Now I don’t owe nobody for a damn thang, hell nah
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| (Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams)
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| They lyin' if they told you that you can’t change, hell nah
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| That’s why we out here in some dirty ass Timbs
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| It’s the mothafuckin' outfit and these bitches ain’t about shit
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| A middle finger in the air for the people that did doubt it
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| Now I don’t owe nobody for a damn thang, hell nah
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| (Hell nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
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| They lyin' if they told you that you can’t change, hell nah
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| (Hell nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
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| And we out here in some dirty ass Timbs
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| It’s the mothafuckin' outfit and these bitches ain’t about shit
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| A middle finger in the air for the people that’ll doubt it
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| Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams
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| Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dirty Timbs , by - Emilio Rojas. Song from the album Life Got in the Way, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп