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letra de groundwork - bertomac

[intro: b3rt0mac]
yeah
prophetz records, yeah
715 ritner
we out

[trizzy trae]
oh, lord!

[b3rt0mac]
mateo, mateo
b3rt0mac
[lip trill]
yeah, 715
[trizzy trae]
yah, yah, yah, yah!

[chorus: mateo; b3rt0mac (trizzy trae)]
yeah, this that groundwork (oh lord)
this that, this that, you owe me (oh, oh)
i’m a clock that 9 to 5
and get the f-ck out of these streets, i
did it, did it, did it
by my motherf-ckin’ self
you can’t tell me otherwise
i need no motherf-ckin’ help
it’s that groundwork
this that, this that, you owe me
i’ma clock that 9 to 5
and get the f-ck out of these streets, i
did it, did it, did it
by my motherf-ckin’ self
you can’t tell me otherwise
i need no motherf-ckin’ help

[verse 1: mateo]
oh, yeah
i been workin’ all day
as of yet, there’s no break in sight
i been hustling and providing just to get a hold of what’s mine
mother told me to sacrifice
she done warned me ’bout this life
she said, “if you taking a risk in these streets, you’ll never be risk”
nah
they don’t, they don’t get the chance
to do exactly what you want to
nah, nah
i can, i can make this chance
be the person that you want to
i been alive for a very long time
i done seen some crazy sh-t
you would think i lost my mind
i been alive, and i refuse to call it quits
i’ll accept it as it is, ain’t no one stoppin’ this grind
[b3rt0mac]
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus: mateo; b3rt0mac]
yeah, this that groundwork
this that, this that, you owe me
i’m a clock that 9 to 5
and get the f-ck out of these streets, i
did it, did it, did it
by my motherf-ckin’ self
you can’t tell me otherwise
i need no motherf-ckin’ help
yeah, this that groundwork
this that, this that, you owe me
i’m a clock that 9 to 5
and get the f-ck out of these streets, i
did it, did it, did it
by my motherf-ckin’ self
you can’t tell me otherwise
i need no motherf-ckin’ help

[verse 2: mateo]
yeah, k!lla, k!lla moe dee
ride around the block, everybody know me
on some sh-t, they be spreading codeine, know lean
promethazine
you ain’t about this life, you ain’t about the guns
you all about the hype
your life is script, you be the talking type
you be the one to run the runway, the nine on sight
been around this sh-t ’bout my whole life
don’t talk the talk, my family moving white
be living large, that mean the money right
that’s ground talk, for that groundwork
that half a pound, we gon’ make it work
stay up all night serving the earlybirds
i nine to five my -ss out the dirt
i saw my mans be put in the earth
i knew this life can’t be the one i serve
(make me a better man, make me a better man)
make me a better man

[chorus: mateo; b3rt0mac (trizzy trae)]
this that groundwork
this that, this that, you owe me
i’m a clock that 9 to 5
and get the f-ck out of these streets, i
(yah, yah, yah!)
by my motherf-ckin’ self
you can’t tell me otherwise
i need no motherf-ckin’ help
(oh lord)
this that groundwork (oh lord)
this that, this that, you owe me (oh, oh)
i’m a clock that 9 to 5
and get the f-ck out of these streets, i
did it, did it, did it
by my motherf-ckin’ self
you can’t tell me otherwise
i need no motherf-ckin’ help
it’s that groundwork!

[verse 3: b3rt0mac]
it’s the, it’s the b-3-r-t-o
all ya’ll better f-cking know
that my neck wrapped up in gold
i’m just chilling with my n-gg-s and my b-tches, yeah i can
i party with my b-tches and my b-tches bring they friends
i been working hard all day
and i been drunk as f-ck all night
yeah my n-gg-s trap that white
and i swear to god they’ll shoot you up on sight
i ain’t trippin n-gg-, dreams of making six figures
listen, listen
f-ck the fake, never too late
chase that cake, cake, cake
yeah we making moves in this b-tch like we
in the womb of some b-tch
went from eating tuna and fish to eating
grey poupon and sh-t
the only problem is i’ve f-cking had it
with you fake, f-ggot rappers
always sounding dramatic
but never had to struggle
never had to hustle
living in a bubble, nothing but trouble
steel tips to the dome make ya humble
let it be known
715 a stroke of pure g*nius
wait til you dumb-ss n-gg-s see this
oh

(make me a better man, make me a better man)

[chorus: mateo]
yeah, this that groundwork (oh lord)
this that, this that, you owe me (oh, oh)
i’m a clock that 9 to 5
and get the f-ck out of these streets, i
did it, did it, did it
by my motherf-ckin’ self
you can’t tell me otherwise
i need no motherf-ckin’ help

[outro: b3rt0mac]
7-1-5

- bertomac

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