| You can still find Ev on the block
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| Somewhere between a hard place and a rock
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| My dresser draw gun under the socks
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| Nothing fun about shooting one but summer is hot
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| Hey young world Slick Rick is still the ruler
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| Go follow these dopes if you broke to the jeweller
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| (Don't follow these dopes)
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| I’m an artist getting something out of fucking tubas
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| Real MacGyver making something out of something useless
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| I’m done with proving myself to people I never met, a new rule in itself
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| Remind me not to forget, no reinvented my name
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| I would have did a long time ago if I wanted fame
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| Ain’t relying on no claim to fame, just more bangers
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| No more strangers, only Chuck Strangers
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| The older I get, the less that I speak
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| I do my dirt, by my lonely I creep
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| I’ve been living in a bubble
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| Don’t make me bust yours
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| You settle for less, I settle the score
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| Sure as waves at the shore and two and two is four
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| I’ve been eating all my life and still hunger for more
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| I’m from the coast (Yes, I’m gifted)
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| Yeah, here’s a toast
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| Toward a step of what I want to become
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| Shed so much skin the old Michael is done
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| And everything I stood for is waging it’s war
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| I miss the road when I’m at home and miss home on tour
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| Lying to myself to say that I ain’t changed
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| I ain’t trying to play stupid saying I ain’t aged
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| I earned the right to be hated in the worst way
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| Happy belated, go shawty it’s your birthday
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| I’m from a city called this is not your birth place
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| Motherfuckers just landing round in first base
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| I should have said it in the first place
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| Pack my bags I brought the worst case
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| Before the traffic, good city mad kid
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| Half like Mike plus half Like from Pac Div
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| I’ve been living in a bubble
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| Don’t make me bust yours
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| You settle for less, I settle the score
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| Sure as waves at the shore and two and two is four
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| I’ve been eating all my life and still hunger for more
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| I’ve got a slow flow because he is vicious
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| A rolling stone ain’t home like Keith Richards
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| I’m out my lane, swerving on the shoulder
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| An alcoholic flow bumping 21 & Over
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| I know what to write way before I say it
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| Sometimes it ain’t so bright but I still lay it down
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| It gets busy known in this town and still put on for a city when nobody’s around
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| Venice Beach til I die, tell a friend bitch (Bitch)
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| I’ve been sharp between the years and my friends rich
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| I stay connected in places, respected by faces
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| I make hits and steal consecutive bases
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| There’s no such thing as bad publicity
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| Who’s fucking with my clique, click clack literally
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| I make a beat, grab a mic and spit acidity
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| Venice Beach until I split to Venice, Italy
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| I’ve been living in a bubble
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| Don’t make me bust yours
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| You settle for less, I settle the score
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| Sure as waves at the shore and two and two is four
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| I’ve been eating all my life and still hunger for more |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Publicity, artist - Evidence. Album song Weather or Not, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп