| The People’s Rapper
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| Recording live from Flint, Michigan
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| Where the water is poison but we still prosper
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| Downtown thriving, still niggas gettin' slaughtered
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| Can’t stop the hustle, though, still gotta feed our daughters
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| We make surviving epidemics look easy
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| Still seem so unbothered, but
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| You niggas ain’t foolin' me with buffoonery
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| Dudes as fake as they jewelry, trying to prove
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| Who’s more wrapped in the cocoon of coonery
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| Too much truth so they muted me
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| You confused, but my views and my moves to the ones who stayed in tune bring
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| comfort like shoes to feet
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| Too unique, opposition is foolishly fuelin' me
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| Shit get brutal, now you deceased
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| I’m just spittin' eulogies to a beat
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| Reachin' ya like a preacher, just wearin' the swag that suited me
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| Niggas say they movin' dope
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| But they movin' keys like computer geeks
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| I can smell fake, y’all niggas runnin' outta bars like a jailbreak
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| Niggas say they stackin' chips but got the stale face
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| Boy, I’m bad like Michael Jackson with the pale face
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| You got that «nigga, I’m about to take a L» face
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| Never too complex, but I use my gift to the full extent
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| Never lose my cool, I don’t live by rules, niggas too content
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| If another man tell you how to feed your fam, nigga, you’s a bitch
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| So I got right back on my shit, my nigga, like
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| Huh!
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| I don’t win, then I don’t eat; |
| anytime that I was down
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| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like
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| Huh!
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| I don’t work, then I don’t eat; |
| when they thought that I was down
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| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like
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| Huh!
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| And if we have to do this shit the hard way (hard way)
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| Just know that I am with the shit all day
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| Huh!
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| I don’t win, then I don’t eat; |
| anytime that I was down
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| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like
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| Yo, y’all not foolin' me, y’all not sucka free
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| You’re livin' refugee, but we know misery loves company
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| Never got too comfy, I knew nobody would come for me
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| My soul glow even when the whole globe is trumpin' me
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| And I’m on top of the globe, but the goal underneath a gold mine
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| Y’all cosignin' puppets like Cousin Skee'
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| Hot and hostile, so nobody is out of reach
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| Most people fuckin' with the kid if they not asleep
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| Never overpower my spiritual views
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| I guess they want me to suggest more illiterate moves
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| The flesh, the temple, the mental, the signature tools
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| Knowledge is power and we out here makin' chemistry, fool
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| I’d be a whole lot bigger if I took that advance
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| Some niggas died for us just to have a book in our hands
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| Never fall for it, all for the slow-motion grind
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| Search for it and find out you had it the whole fuckin' time
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| Let’s get at it
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| Huh!
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| I don’t win, then I don’t eat; |
| anytime that I was down
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| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like
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| Huh!
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| I don’t work, then I don’t eat; |
| when they thought that I was down
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| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like
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| Huh!
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| And if we have to do this shit the hard way (hard way)
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| Just know that I am with the shit all day
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| Huh!
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| I don’t win, then I don’t eat; |
| anytime that I was down
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| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like
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| If you don’t like real shit, turn it off right now
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| I’m from where it’s a 13 year old kid
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| Gettin' outlined in chalk right now
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| Shit, let’s cover all the bases, from the dope fiends
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| To the baseheads, to the teen fiends sippin' codeine
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| Raised on Ritalin, so they take meds
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| Now it’s automatic that they turn to addicts
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| In these rap songs, so they gotta have it
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| Now they got a long ass rehab bill
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| 'fore they realize they got a habit
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| Now wait, I’m not tryna win any awards
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| But we sinkin' in how we thinkin', is everyone on board?
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| I’m just makin' sure we all connected on one accord
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| We all cool goin' in debt tryna buy shit that we can’t afford?
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| You sure? |
| You sure? |
| You sure you sure?
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| Grew up around lost niggas and still ain’t found the allure
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| We be beefin' on social media, overridin' the fact we poor
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| We be buyin' Jordans, and barely got enough gas to get to the store
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| This shit hits to my core, since I was born, this what I’m on
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| There’s no «picture my aura»
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| This ain’t a performance, this is a warning, like
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| Huh!
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| I don’t win, then I don’t eat; |
| anytime that I was down
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| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like
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| Huh!
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| I don’t work, then I don’t eat; |
| when they thought that I was down
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| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like
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| Huh!
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| And if we have to do this shit the hard way (hard way)
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| Just know that I am with the shit all day
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| Huh!
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| I don’t win, then I don’t eat; |
| anytime that I was down
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| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like
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| Huh! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Morning Motivation , by - Jon Connor. Song from the album SOS, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп