| When you wake up this morning
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| I want you to go to the mirror
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| And I want you to look at yourself in the eyes and say
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| Fuck you, fuck your hopes, fuck your dreams, fuck all the good you thought this
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| life was 'gon bring you
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| Now lets got out there and make this bitch happy
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| New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo
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| Up early with the sun, and the stars, 6 A.M. |
| ring the alarm
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| Weather man say «it's 90 today but it gon' feel like 100 tomorrow
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| So throw some fresh water under the arms»
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| Bullshit soon as I come in the job
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| Boss hit me with the news like a box-cutter under the jaw
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| Said «they just had a meeting and about 3 hundred
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| Of y’all gettin fired cuz we been defunded»
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| Can’t say I didn’t even see it coming
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| I always knew that one day, they’d find a way to throw me to the wolves
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| And once they, came into my room on that Friday afternoon I was thinkin
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| «why you faggot ass niqqas couldn’t find me on Monday»
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| I know it’s not sane, but yo I’m just sayin
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| Everybody prays for the day they see the light
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| But the light at the end of the tunnel is a train
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| 5 dollar gas, and poverty rates, are rising much higher than your hourly rates
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| So if you thinkin 'bout quittin you should probably wait
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| Cuz everybody gotta do a fuckin job that they hate
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| «Go and live out your dreams» thats what they tellin
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| Fam in my ear all day and they yellin
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| «Keep it real Te», and don’t ever sellout
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| But how the fuck you sell out when ain’t nobody sellin?
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| Tired of playin with yall, I wanna fight the good fight
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| But it ain’t payin me dawg
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| N.C., *Make ya money*
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| VA, *Make ya money*
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| To my man still hustlin hard, tryin to get it at whatever the cost
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| Wherever you at or whoever you are, that’s me *Make ya money*
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| All day *Make ya money*
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| It’s like chasin a high, you just wanna get a hit
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| Just wanna get a taste, just wanna benefit
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| Everyday we wake up there’s the legitimate
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| Struggle between doin whats right, and just doin some nigga shit
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| Baby bro wrote me say he feel he lost me
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| I’m like dude I’m tryin back the fuck up off me
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| My single friends say «Tay, ya family’s beautiful»
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| I’m like if only y’all niqqas knew what it cost me
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| This shit don’t come with no blueprints
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| And with every change it seems more like a game you could never win
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| I tell my peoples I ain’t rich but this harvest is the farthest a broke niqqa
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| ever been
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| «Go for ya dreams» that’s what they tellin
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| Fam in my ear all day and they yellin
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| «Keep it real Te», and don’t ever sellout
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| But what the fuck is sellin out if ain’t nobody sellin?
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| Tired of playin with yall, I’m tryin to fight the good fight
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| But they ain’t payin it dawg
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| N.C., *Make ya money*
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| VA, *Make ya money*
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| To my man still hustlin hard, where ya at or whoever you are
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| Coinstar pennies out of the jar
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| All day niqqa *Make ya Money*
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| Y’all remember that shit niqqa *Make ya money* |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Good Fight , by - Phonte. Song from the album Charity Starts At Home, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп