| Listen, I ain’t concerned with the shine
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| I make ‘em work, I make ‘em earn it and grind
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| Been flirting with dimes and smirking get a curve in they spine
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| Where they determine your worth and where you furniture buy
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| I pull strings to get ‘em open like a vertical blind
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| The world has been mine for half my life, we all are acting like average
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| The only standard you after from all that crap you write
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| I’m in the rafters and I’m after height
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| Grabbing at success will be what separates investing from a sacrifice
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| I’m living handsomely, women slipping they hands on me
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| So go ahead and diss me, then I’mma get you financially
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| Miss me until you with me and then you be hardly standing me
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| Friends turning they back on me then calling me family
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| And my necessity lately is living recklessly
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| Ladies is sitting next to me, aching to get to neck with me
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| They ain’t change and they writing checks, they make wages
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| Begging me to bite on they necks like they some fang bangers
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| We ain’t strangers but I know the game and they dull the pain
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| Chasing paper like it’s Novocain, I don’t know they names
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| They my Jane Does and they only calling when I put my money in them
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| Like a payphone, pesos is way low, lower than they should have been
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| I will never settle when I’m knowing what I could have been
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| Yeah, I keep on pushing it to get right and I bring it out you fucking bitches
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| Like a mid-wife, you need to get a grip alright?
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| I put that work, make ‘em, make ‘em earn it
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| I don’t give away my respect, I make ‘em earn it
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| And I stay fly from my sneakers to my shirt
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| And when I pass by, younging keeping heads turning
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| Make ‘em earn it, nothing is for free, make ‘em earn it, nothing is for free
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| And I stay fly from my sneakers to my shirt
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| And I don’t give away my respect, I make ‘em earn it
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| Emili is a killer of a mother loving drum
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| And the city where I’m from, it ain’t nothing but a slum
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| So you know I gotta decompress, yeah, I gotta be the best
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| And the flows I’m writing, well they’re tighter than a Freakum Dress
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| Yeah, I don’t believe in stress, I’m into control
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| The women that I know, they ain’t never been no hoes
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| Ain’t never been no strippers slipping down on them poles
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| But they political ‘cause they go down at the polls
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| I’m something like an activist, younging, I was smashing chicks
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| They was kinda older like I’m dusting in a graduate
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| Running every track I hit, you love me ‘cause my fashion sense
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| And I’m kinda buzzing in the motherfucking passionate
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| Yeah, I give ‘em something to believe in, way past hellos
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| Now I love you is the greeting and they really mean it
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| Got dedicated haters that are judging my achievements
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| I hustle while you motherfuckers sleep in, I’m beasting |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Untouched , by - Emilio Rojas. Song from the album The Natural, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп