| I was guarded as an artist from the first day I started
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| I lowered my voice deep and tried to rap hardest
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| Thinking back, I wasn’t letting 'em in
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| Even when they’re knocking at the door and telling me to win
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| I felt like losing, like, «How could I be worthy»?
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| My friends did it big and my friends did it early
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| Met a lot of people I admired, inspired by their talent
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| I looked the other way if they was criminal or violent
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| Mic stand, booth and an ASR
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| Pantyhose from my mother clothes, and I lay a bar
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| Lay 'em all together, then I make a song, feeling like I made a hit
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| Go to class, play the shit, the day is what you make of it
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| (Fucking crazy) I make it mine 'cause my eyes are open
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| 'Cause no one will do it for ya, so I keep 'em peeled and scoping
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| As an ode to my mom, with the camera’s shooting solo
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| While my fans wait for music leaving comments on a photo
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| (Now it’s time for me to make my impression felt)
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| Same vinyl crates, but I’m coming up with new flips
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| On my classic, like karate kid and blue chips
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| I don’t wanna see my fans broke or be bitter
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| And I don’t wanna see my heroes slanging verses on their Twitter
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| (Ayy) Everyone’s an imitation
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| Spitters copy G Rap, the rest are on some Drake shit (right)
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| I took my time to find my own shit, 10,000 hours
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| No borrow type or loan shit, 'cause I’ma own it
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| Burning bridges, there’s nowhere to go but forward
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| I strike the match, then I’m caught up in the moment
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| But never in my feelings when I’m dealing with opponents
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| I dead 'em first, and their scalp is just a bonus
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| «The alpha dog, quiet, quiet, and honest»
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| You’d make our paper euro, dollar, yen, kronas"
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| My mother said I’d understand when I was grown up
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| Well, here I am, graduating with diplomas
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| (Now it’s time for me to make my impression felt)
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| (Evidence) (is at the door)
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| (With the dope rhyme that I kick)
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| (Evidence, Evidence, Evidence, Evidence) (is at the door)
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| (With the dope rhyme that I kick)
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| Hi, this message is for Mike. |
| Calling to remind you that you have a pair of
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| Mackie HR824, it’s here in the shop, that has been available for pick up since
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| August, if you would not like to keep them, we can recycle them for you,
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| just let us know |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 10,000 Hours , by - Evidence. Song from the album Weather or Not, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп