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Life is hard enough without having a dream, pistol's poppin empty pockets
dyin for cream, long was the road ahead my eyes couldn't see it, tears
was blinding me im stuck so be it, imitating Micheal Jackson feening
for moves, dancing till i couldn't breath cause the cat was so smooth,
everytime i saw a stage it sucked me into it, Merill talent shows was
all i knew im use to it, Love the turntables but i could not scratch,
so like a statue i folded my arms and played the back, Was up on stage
they pass me the mic, i started reciting the ryhmes i wrote from last
night, everybody was hyped at i how spit the ryhme, now im battling in
the classroom and in the lunch line, click up and joined a group we
were platinum bound, didnt know at that time it wasnt how you sound!
PLEASE LISTEN 2 MY DEMO
CAN U LISTEN 2 MY DEMO
All this time i was writing, ready to score a lick, But the times had
changed, wrote about the dope game, How i flipped it, And cooked it,
Rocked it, And serverd it, Bolders for yo shoulders in a 5 point 0
swirvin, In studios all night, Trying to make it tight, Sweating and
struggling rappin with all my might, Had to put it on hold and stack up
some chips, Manager was getting no shows to run my lips, So its back to
the streets supporting my habit, no oppurtunity for me so i couldnt
grab it, Lacing tracks for demos, Low budget studios, No mix on my
vocals, They didnt care im just local, Im starving like marvin, Stuck
in this game, Hoping i'll make it somewhere b4 im blown out the frame,
And you ask why he drinks, Maybe why he smokes, To keep his sanity n
not to kick in you doors.
PLEASE LISTEN 2 MY DEMO
CAN U LISTEN 2 MY DEMO
You can
keep your advance, front me more of me, It might take a little longer
but uh you'll see, How you gone shove me tooth and nail off my dream,
Buy me a cadilac why yall make all the cream, I sent mail to your
companies, Knocked on yo doors, Digging deep for five hundred to open a
show, So i got to rap this, To hit they playlist, All about a beef or
diss or poppin some chrys, Goin to expose you with this tec, Hope you
wearing yo vest, Kepp yo a and r in check, Until you give us respect, I
know you holding for hostage our demos, And pictures of us in the jail
pose, Recognize you got poets, Lyricist on the mic, We might be tangled
up and shuffled, But we'll get it right, Got hot ones for you
companies, That's straight to the spine, Please consult your lawyer,
Before you sign that line.
PLEASE LISTEN 2 MY DEMO
CAN U LISTEN 2 MY DEMO
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