| It was all a dream
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| But I never read Word Up! |
| magazine
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| Maybe a lil' Dr. King
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| You either choose to ballot a bullet or octagon a ring
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| Praying for success like a fiend
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| Looking up stress, holy books layin' cross my chest
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| I’m just tryna give 'til nothing’s left
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| Only way we ever part is death
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| And when I lay in rest, as long as people know I tried my best
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| No one is above the laws of god, sometimes life is a facade
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| Will the pay ever add up to the job?
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| 'Cause all the time I see is a lot of sufferin'
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| Runnin' my people into the ground over a little nothin'
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| Now our own peoples do the most harm to us
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| We even kill each other turf that don’t belong to us
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| We drink big but fall short, what is this?
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| I’m just tryna see another side of the business
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| In this world it’s hard askin' for help
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| When the poverty hit below the belt
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| So it’s just best to do for self, and stay to self, can we progress like that?
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| All the knowledge I receive I try to give right back
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| While I just lay out facts, you got whack ass raps
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| Tellin' lies on wax. |
| I despise those cats
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| It was all a dream
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| But I never read Word Up! |
| magazine
|
| Maybe a lil' Dr. King
|
| You either choose to ballot a bullet or octagon a ring
|
| Praying for success like a fiend
|
| Looking up stress, holy books layin' cross my chest
|
| I’m just tryna give 'til nothing’s left
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| Only way we ever part is death
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| And when I lay in rest, long as people know I tried my best
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| It’s hell on earth, but it’s paradise too
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| So many snakes with the parasite flu
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| Lookin' at the god like you doing something new
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| It ain’t my problem you dudes can’t handle the truth
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| Like you was the only nigga thuggin' before the stoop
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| Like you was the only nigga livin' up in the zoo
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| Like you was the only nigga but you don’t got a clue
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| So I was the only nigga that grew
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| So show some respect
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| Those niggas crave to put some chains on ya neck
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| Put up a bet, niggas that do it for the fame and the check
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| Your move was off balance, see no entry in my palace
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| I’m putting stars on niggas heads like Dallas
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| I got ghetto dreams, got heat to settle themes
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| Cause only cash is king when you play the mezzanine
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| Heat to settle themes, cause only cash is king when you play the mezzanine
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| It was all a dream
|
| But I never read Word Up! |
| magazine
|
| Maybe a lil' Dr. King
|
| You either choose to ballot a bullet or octagon a ring
|
| Praying for success like a fiend
|
| Looking up stress, holy books layin' cross my chest
|
| I’m just tryna give 'til nothing’s left
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| Only way we ever part is death
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| And when I lay in rest, long as people know I tried my best |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Puddin' pops , by - Mach-Hommy. Song from the album Wide Berth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп