| Get it
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| Aye, this that fire shit
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| That spitting through that wire shit
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| That king, call me sire shit
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| Yeah, yeah
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| It’s gonna be some rough times
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| It’s gonna be some love times
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| Gonna be some hate times
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| Never will you take mine
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| I seen it all but the birth for my seeds
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| Too much purple man it hurt when I breathe
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| I’m tryna surf through the sea
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| Can’t swim but I roll through the deep
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| You know, Twelvyy wrote the code to the streets
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| I do this shit for the G’s
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| I’m in the P’z pouring hennys for Steve
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| Lighting L’s for Steez, it’s hard to tell
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| When your physical leave
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| I’m in the passenger, talking to my bitch by the massacre
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| Kill the game, then we move to Africa
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| There’s 47 shoots from my Brooklyn confidant
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| All my hitters nonchalant, quick to change your ambiance
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| I’m from Castle, hail savage with the battle tales
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| Average with the baddest status make you made as hell
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| I’m a dragon with passion of a Samuel, Jackson with the strap
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| And yeah, I’m packin' if you couldn’t tell
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| Catch you lackin' 'bout that action if you couldn’t tell
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| Wish you well, now a nigga blacker
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| I said, it’s gonna be some rough times
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| But I’ll be alright
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| Got this bottle full of sunshine
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| To warm me through the night
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| I’ll be alright, be
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| Yes I will, I’ll be alright
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| I’ll be alright
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| Born from the trenches, hotter than these bomb shells
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| Coated arm, Larry Hench and Bond and with these living tissues
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| Not doing well, knee deep in the situation
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| Needed so they very well
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| Preaching that this park side, nigga made me believe to something to eat
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| Peter Pan always dishing out flavors for all the streets
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| Always respecting the elder, but never give up the seat
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| And life is but a tightrope, will remain full of petite
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| Balancing with desferal, call that Ying Yang Twin
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| And get chemically imbalanced when the kid starts spitting
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| That’s the full bitten, when the price is right, we sell a dream
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| We was born on the rocks star, intoxicated
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| Off the scene, wasted all the time tryna find our life
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| Thought the scenes of Robin life
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| Tryna find drug abused knees, something to lean on
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| So nigga, I’m just gon' keep on
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| Pushing like the birth of newborns
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| While others miss-carry the message that a nigga grew on
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| Thought they woke up, nigga, false alarm, we snoozed on
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| The grass is greener on the other side
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| Lord of the Flies end of the innocence
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| I call smell in the air, PH proof on
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| This for Steve, this for STEEZ
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| Don’t forget Junior B, nigga
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| I said, it’s gonna be some rough times
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| But I’ll be alright
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| Got this bottle full of sunshine
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| To warm me through the night
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| I’ll be alright, be
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| Yes I will, I’ll be alright
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| I’ll be alright |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Silver Lining , by - Statik Selektah. Song from the album Lucky 7, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп