| What I’m gonn' do now?
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| I’m 5 foot 3 and 132 pounds
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| Size 6 frame, with a legendary name
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| Trying to live up to the honor with a few raps and a cute smile
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| But that don’t last forever, this could be my last letter
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| So I write it with blood and sweat so it last better
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| They wanna wipe me from the books cuz I’m plot heavy
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| But they won’t give me 2nd looks less I’m top heavy
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| Let me talk to you, my daddy sharecropped tobacco age 6 fore he learned to even
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| walk proper
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| You want some real spit? |
| What you know about watching your father numb so he
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| wouldn’t have to feel shit?
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| Real quick out the room before the tears hit
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| Clutching pipe dreams to my chest like a meal ticket
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| And as much as I’d like to think it we ain’t much different
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| 30 years apart but the cops think we just niggas
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| But let me slow down fore attention span go down
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| Gucci, Bugatti, fat bootys, illuminati. |
| Now, am I allowed to finish?
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| Youngins lying in a pool of that red sauce all in the name of spinach
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| Noodle all on the sidewalk, like an Italian dinner
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| But y’all don’t wanna hear it. |
| Y’all tone deaf til I start
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| Talking c notes then y’all ninjas Bob Dylan
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| Street poets, writing poems for the muh effing highest bidder
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| Yeah I’m kinda bitter
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| You want a sweetheart, just stop making the street hard, then you won’t get
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| this sour lemon
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| I’m feeling out of place in the places that I invented
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| Feeling stifled, so I’m venting
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| Ear conditioning, pun intended
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| I may be cut from a different cloth, but we all kindred
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| Formerly good kids in a mad city, just call Kendrick
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| This high power coming from out the Nile River
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| Rap pharaoh from the hells of the district, the sound killer |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shadows Approaching , by - SA-ROC. Song from the album Extra-Terrestrial, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп