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lirik lagu trailer park pope - chin of chito

verse 1:

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hand on the bible i swore i’d get rich or die trying

the pen as my sword

you live by the sword you die by the sword

uh still alive at 27 n poor

son of odin im the second to thor

with the world i’m at war

but what is it for?

i came from splittin 4 for 4 four ways n makin my bed on the floor

you can’t tell me sh~t

never gave a f~ck i guess i’m celibate

i’m vegeta maybe even cell a bit

dodgin cells still sell a bit
super sour you would think it’s from cuba the way you get high off the smell of it

ang ain’t evеn in my element

i ain’t eminеm ain’t 50 ain’t wayne

i ain’t kendrick i ain’t drake or jermaine

ain’t dissin im sayin competition is irrelevant

just be reverent don’t say my name n i promise to remain benevolent

unless st~~z say there’s heaven sh~t id send em all for the h~ll of it

i got ten toes n two fist for my ego

knee up the middle but little did we know that he got a chin call em chito

ain’t makin amends no benzino

don’t follow trends don’t need new friends

i’m on mission like niko
i know that you know that we know
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hook:

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that we ain’t really meant to win

ain’t about if it is when

our only opps are the odds

my cot at rock bottom, you been?

put ten thousand hours in, my art resemble the scars on my skin

i fell again n again

again n again n again
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verse 2:

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know failure well it ain’t a option
time will tell i know they watchin

still ain’t got my flowers yet, bet i find em lyin on my coffin

will to chris rock uh

way my sh~t slap youda thought its from stockton

they still asleep that’s okay though

i got a dream more malcom than king

i don’t pay to play but don’t play doe

said what’s a stepper to lego?

i see more fiends than scream on halloween

take ya shot i dodge; durango

one in my chamber like rango

it’s hoodratsh~t or no bueno

i get it’s subjective it’s just how it seems

the cloth i was cut from is torn from the seams

schemin’ it’s all in my genes

i’m servin’

said lay me down if i become a burden

never been a b~tch or bigger person

leave it on wax

i’m loud on the record but quite in person

i reckon some days i’m a god but others uncertain

both i keep workin

like any verse could be the last

i feel it nearin’ an end

even my family and friends are wonderin what the f~ck happened to him

it may sound grim but the industry just as crooked as my grin

went from young broke and hungry to broke n hungry n too old to pretend
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