| Hey, hey
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| I always outwork 'em, they wish I would take a vacay
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| I’ve been grinding for this shit since I was in the eighth grade
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| I remember running out of money before pay day
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| Okay everybody on the right side of the class
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| Say «I can’t be stressin' 'bout things I can’t control» since I’m ten years old
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| I’ve been tryna go platinum
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| Since mister Peliquin had me read my shit up in front the class
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| Knew I’d get the plaque platinum
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| Look I orchestrated this whole shit
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| I know you wish I would go quit
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| I had this mic in my tentacles since I was ten years old
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| Get off my whole dick
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| I am a beast, you could be our guest
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| Sick of writing checks to the IRS
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| I’m self made off rap what’s next?
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| You should let me go and spit it off on flex 'cause
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| I’m 'fraid I might leave it in 500 pieces
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| Divided from speakin' 'cause I am a demon
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| I’ll rhyme and my reason providing my people
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| A chance to unwind when they drive in the evening
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| My Spotify climb while my checks sublime
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| My of time is often high
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| Good for you, I’m exercised
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| When I’m, don’t ostracize
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| Who’s next in line? |
| Huh?
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| I ain’t leavin' this spot
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| I just wanna take it somewhere
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| Where we take it to the top
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| I just freestyle this part
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| 'Cause this flow is fucking easy
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| I’ll be in the state of Maine
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| If you motherfuckers need me, yelling
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| Hey, hey
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| I always outwork 'em, they wish I would take a vacay
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| I’ve been grinding for this shit since I was in the eighth grade
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| I remember running out of money before pay day
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| Okay now all the ghosts of the dead students say
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| Everyday has been a quarantine since I was 14
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| 'Cause I was tryna go platinum
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| Now I ain’t seen 'em in who knows how long, when I see 'em I tell 'em
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| I’m still just tryna go platinum
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| I just filled my house with plants because I like 'em more than people (Way
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| more)
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| I’m living too fast, a digital dash, I take the corners with a speed boost
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| Can’t live in the past, but isn’t it sad? |
| If only you could see you
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| I’ve seen too many split from their soul, I call 'em cheap shoes
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| But not me though, hot chicks used to let me copy though
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| 'Cause they knew my name, but yet I rap like they forgot me though
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| I need my dick sucked at my desk while she cookin' gnocchi slow
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| And she say «are you free later?» |
| It’s a probably no
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| Nothing’s cheap and just to speak, you’d never find me broke
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| I need champagne spraying and a marching band before I start to stand
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| The definition of persistence is me with my art in hand, bro
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| Just keep looking, just keep looking, just keep looking
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| Hey, hey
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| I always outwork 'em, they wish I would take a vacay
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| I’ve been grinding for this shit since I was in the eighth grade
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| I remember running out of money before pay day
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| Okay everybody on the right side of the class
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| Say «I can’t be stressin' 'bout things I can’t control» since I’m ten years old
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| I’ve been tryna go platinum |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Platinum , by - Spose. Song from the album Nonperishable, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп