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lirik lagu mic priest - gutta

verse 1

this is real lyrics, on my moms i don’t spill gimmicks
fighting hardships but i still live it
something gotta give when you keep the steel lifted
digging pockets of penny pinchers, the bills twisted

working hard to put food on the stove
cos on your family tree you the blossoming fruit in grove
wooooow, still evading moves from my foes
but these weight on my shoulders ain’t good for my bones

working night shifts, b-lls in a vise grip
behold, the cold got your hands numb and lifeless
regardless that you handle sh-t but you can’t fight this
bosses pushing your limits this close and you might quit

d-mn! that ain’t how i’s supposed to be
i’m just living life the way it was posed to me
scale of preference changed when i weighed my options
stay true or aim tools to raise production

verse 2

i knew a brother who was fiending to rap
but bills wasn’t paid, rap wasn’t bridging the gap
feeling blue for the green that he lacked
pushed dreams to the back to stack cream in the racks

working hard, but money ain’t on the right level
main move get his plate full like a tight schedule
he said, ‘when it’s hot and they think you might settle’
bite the finger off the hand that life dealt you

cos hunger pangs is regarded as real
what’s staying afloat if you flooded with bills
chill, here is where the violence is
brothers moving weight for dough was the only checks and balances

but these days, legal is how my bread stay
keeping head straight i ain’t pushing no dead weight
we scramble for grubs out in the burbs they hardly starving
the company you keep determines your profit margins”

verse 3
the way the city’s run, it ain’t even fun
people praying, lord, let your will be done
single mothers out here dealing runs
giving up the cookie so they kids can sink they t–th in one

streets dirty filled with mad filth you can’t scrub
so when i walk in the fields i wear hand gloves
the part of the game we all see through
gold diggers doing dirt for the root of all evil

i rhyme now, palms compose iller tunes
stack jewels wasn’t born with a silver spoon
scheme through, immaculately hold a clean view
of the street -n-logy, let me share what i’ve been through

have seen dudes who hustle to stack the green too
but keep tools in pockets so as to bring food
to their seeds and chickenheads but there is this few
who talk hard but don´t want the beef like they hindu

- lirik lagu mic priest

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