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lirik lagu siimba liives long – w.i.a

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[chorus]
it’s in my genes, know your denim
some people try to rock it, but the clothes don’t fit ’em
pool full of sharks, tell ’em don’t go swimming
let ’em bask in the glory if the flow don’t let ’em drown
hot spitter, cold like winter
tryna hit the motherland, we going in november
bask in the glory if your foes never get ya
i been switching up the temperature
they tellin’ me to simmer down

[?]

[verse 1]
hate to disintegrate before you on my dinner plate
you people tryna party you don’t even got your business straight
my mind bending, sending, inventions and now i innovate
so you mimic the image
i’m flattered when people imitate
originality is a product i spit -n-logies
you get a salary i’ve been working it on the hourly
seeing my aesthetic and probably don’t give me credit
i write it but couldn’t left it, that’s making me ambidextrous
so beat that, now where your extra hands and feet at?
you lames couldn’t defeat that unless you brought the street back
i used to not smoke but now i’m feeling like i need that
’cause all my homies stay up on the joint like a kneecap
wasn’t the prodigal son, i don’t gotta lotta dough
and when my father vaminos he ain’t leave me a pot of gold
product of my environment, some environments violent
lots of my homies dying were decades before retirement

[pre-chorus]
some people in this game for the love of the cheques
some people in this game for the love and respect
some people in this game for the love or the sex
that we have with the women that’s in love with success
but me i want it all hoe
the money, women, shine i need all those
pimping in my veins i got bars though
i’d like to welcome everybody to the art show

[chorus]
it’s in my jeans, know your denim
some people try to rock it, but the clothes don’t fit ’em
pool full of sharks, tell ’em don’t go swimming
let ’em bask in the glory if the flow don’t let ’em drown
i spit it, cold like winter
tryna hit the motherland, we going in november
bask in the glory if your foes never get ya
i been switching up the temperature
they tellin’ me to simmer down

[?]

[verse 2]
ay yo the history neglected the legacy, ain’t protect it
that’s why i’m never impressed with the presidents that’s elected
i just put it in perspective if you listening up
i stayed in africa but that don’t mean i live in a hut
i seen the martians from addis ababa to the hamptons
got brothers up in the ghetto
and niggas up in soweto
my sounds experimental
that’s only pushing my pencil
my mental is quintessential
essential on instrumentals
i need respect
i know the money and the women coming
i ain’t wifing every shorty
i ain’t even into cuffing
seeing as she flirting
only want it if she certain
i know girls who soul searching
’cause they wishing they was virgins
but, my average day isn’t filled with cheques
and my average day isn’t filled with sex
my average day is just filled with stress
but the rhymes that i make get ’em off my chest

[pre-chorus]
some people in this game for the love of the cheques
some people in this game for the love and respect
some people in this game for the love or the sex
that we have with the women that’s in love with success
but me i want it all hoe
the money, women, shine i need all those
pimping in my veins i got bars though
i’d like to welcome everybody to the art show

[chorus]
it’s in my jeans, know your denim
some people try to rock it, but the clothes don’t fit ’em
pool full of sharks, tell ’em don’t go swimming
let ’em bask in the glory if the flow don’t let ’em drown
i spit it, cold like winter
tryna hit the motherland, we going in november
bask in the glory if your foes never get ya
i been switching up the temperature
they tellin’ me to simmer down

[?]