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letra de sticks and stones - ashtin larold

[verse 1]
when i started this sh-t, everybody would laugh
i did my own thing, never followed the path
before i was popping, n0body believed
a couple years later, they’re kissing my -ss
built me a name, and it happened so fast
i’m blowing up lately, this sh-t’s been a blast
never forget where i came from, but keep my head forward: success doesn’t live in the past
they called me a wannabe, said i’m pathetic
you hate me, i get it
you’re salty, you’re jealous
dropped out of college to do what i loved
you work at mcdonald’s and hanging on rented
all my life i had to deal with bullies
now i look at ’em like f-cking peasants
a life like mine is what you wish you had
look all you want, but you will never get it (uhh!)
everything i have, i f-cking worked for!
bled, sweat, cried, i f-cking hurt for!
there ain’t a person on this motherf-cking earth
gonna take that sh-t from me: that’s some sh-t i’ll go berserk for!

[hook]
everybody wanna bring me down
but you can’t take a king from his throne
i’ve worked hard to wear this crown
all y’all got are sticks and stones
all y’all got are sticks and stones
all y’all got are sticks and stones
all y’all got are sticks and stones
yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
f-ck you know about my life!? nothing!
no idea about my work, bro
hear a lot of f-cking mouths running
but actions speak louder than words, ho!
i know i’m weird, i know i’m white
i know i was raised in the ‘burbs, bro
but put me on stage and give me a mic
and watch the resulting inferno!
acting like you know my whole life story (yeah)
b-tch, you only read the first page
two years ago, i was down at death’s door
now i got the keys to the pearly gates
i can rock a mic, no matter where i stand
whether it’s a stadium or dirt stage
you think i give a f-ck ’bout your opinion? nah!
b-tch, i never f-cking asked you in the first place!

[verse 3]
where were you before i started snapping?
where were you when i was no one?
look around, you’re in the same place
doing the same sh-t that’s no fun
we’re in different f-cking ballparks
you’re a ground ball, i’m a home run
try to drag me down all you want
there’s not a single fall i ain’t arose from
talk all you want, you ain’t in my position
i’m k!lling the game: better fetch a physician
a sinister villain like deadshot
’cause i aim high, and don’t miss with my vision
don’t need a million to feel like i’m winnin’
just fans that’ll listen to sh-t that i’ve written
this ain’t a hobby, this sh-t’s my religion
you f-ck with my faith, and you’ll face crucifixion!
every fan i have, i f-cking worked for!
i’ll never let ’em down: now they deserve more!
i’mma write for every fan that helped me get here
whether dirt-poor, or going triple-platinum on a world tour!

- ashtin larold

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