| Really just tryna, just tryna find the sequence and everything…
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| Yeah, backpack rappers back track on these tattoos and them snapbacks
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| Y’all ain’t bringing nothing new like a flashback
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| These flash in the pan, fashion-obsessed farces
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| That only move with a flame but never knew where the spark is
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| Who my city burns — one of y’all must have dropped a torch
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| On a trail of gasoline that would let it all scorch
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| And straight from the ashes we brought the phoenix out
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| To send them all to hell, the least we could give was a scenic route
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| I finally feel like I’m a part of it
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| All these bodies are worth it so you see me put my heart in it
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| Leave my soul in the booth, leave my mind on this pad
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| Use my blood as the ink for all the nerves that I had
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| Skeletons in my thoughts that is finally out in the open
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| It’s tooth and nail for the scrimmage it’s the hustle for my own skin
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| And people around me know I’d give a limb for this
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| Every breath in my lungs to say my piece when I sing for this
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| Truth, spirit, powers, forces
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| Truth, spirit, powers, forces (don't mind me)
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| Truth, spirit, powers, forces
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| Truth, spirit, powers, forces (don't mind me)
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| Truth, spirit, powers, forces (legends working on their own time)
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| Truth, spirit, powers, forces (don't mind me)
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| Truth, spirit, powers, forces (legends working on their own time)
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| Truth, spirit, powers, forces (so don’t mind me)
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| These days I’m showing love like my niggas show money
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| Proving that it exists but not always getting it from me
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| You leeching off of the goat like a cucaracha, don’t work for me
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| Unless you really work for me, and trust me dawg it hurts for me
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| To hear you want my fall as much as you want a verse from me
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| Double standard shit, acting like we get handed shit
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| Rather you take my life than take the shit I do for granted
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| Skati Sami I’m repping a brand like niggas is branded
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| It’s, to keep it candid nigga
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| And I could give a fuck about the fan shit nigga
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| I’m an artist that comes with a message with limited characters
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| So rich soil is where my seeds are planted nigga
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| A couple rappers gon' hear this and start reaching
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| Philosopher: I went from niche markets to Fredrich Nietzsche
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| Beseech me, might come with a bang just to disappear again
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| Ask my old girls, I put the ‘ex' in experience
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| Don’t mind me…
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| Don’t mind me…
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| Legends working on their own time
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| V-sign, cosign
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| Ratio golden: we on that phi
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| Low key the solution, by design
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| Legends working on their own time
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| 3.14, yeah the whole pi
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| Odds get even doing numbers like it’s crunch time
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| Never get divided, yes sir, we the prime
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| Legends working on their own time
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| V-sign, cosign
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| Ratio golden: we on that phi
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| Low key the solution, by design
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| Legends working on their own time
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| 3.14, yeah the whole pi
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| Odds get even doing numbers like it’s crunch time
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| Never get divided, yes sir, we the prime |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Protagonist, artist - MILE feat. VerselessAlbum song Trading Hours, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп