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letra de midnight in manhattan - don trip

[intro]
yeah
(what’s up, juwop?)
(beat those drums)

[chorus]
we ain’t takin’ no breaks, the paper’s all i’m gon’ chase
i bet i make it where i’m goin’, no matter how long this sh-t takes
i bet i make it where i’m goin’, no matter what they throwin’ my way
i ain’t never switchin’ up, even when the sh-t ain’t goin’ my way

[verse 1]
f-ck it then
get this money, motherf-ck a friend
if life’s a b-tch, i’m a lucky man
when opportunity knocks, you better hop off your ass and go and buzz ’em in
i was mr. bigs in the comfort inn
with the sandwich bags and the rubber bands
had all them blocks, my hotel room startin’ to look like legoland
i came a long way
plus i had to find my own way
i ain’t ever in a hurry, baby, i’ma get his money at my own pace
ain’t n0body gon’ rush me
n-gga, life sucks ’til you succeed
i live life in the fast lane like the lead driver for rusty’s
made it this far, can’t backtrack
my flow sicker than a lab rat
moved so much weight, i got a bad back
sh-ll blowin’ gas like mad max
if a n-gga really want smoke, better know i’m suitin’ up like hazmat
even when my money was funny, wasn’t sh-t to laugh at
[interlude]
when the money was funny, wasn’t sh-t to laugh at
any means necessary, i’ma have to—
yeah

[verse 2]
by any means necessary, i’ma have to do what i gotta do
i am from the gutter, you ain’t got a clue
we was moving stones, yabba dabba doo
i aim in the league, got a lot to lose
but i still ain’t got a d-mn thing to prove
just another n-gga with an attitude
and my heart colder than an ice cube
say your n-gga colder? tell him, “achoo”
it ain’t ’bout the pennies, then it’s minute
if we in the streets, then you know i’m spinnin’ like a n-gga friends with ken and ryu
i just wanna ball, baby, caillou
and i got more drive than a drive-through
i ain’t made no motherf-ckin’ excuse
since a n-gga graduated high school
long live pif

[interlude]
i ain’t made no motherf-ckin’ excuse
since a n-gga graduated—
huh
and i got drive like a drive-through
yeah
[chorus]
we ain’t takin’ no breaks, the paper’s all i’m gon’ chase
bet i make it where i’m goin’, no matter how long this sh-t takes
i bet i make it where i’m headed, no matter what they throwin’ my way
and i ain’t never switchin’ up, even when the sh-t ain’t goin’ my way

[outro]
f-ck it then
get this money, motherf-ck a friend
if life’s a b-tch, i’m a lucky man
when opportunity knocks, you better hop off your ass, go and punch ’em in
mr. bigs in the comfort inn
sandwich bags and the rubber bands
all them blocks, my hotel room startin’ to look like—
long live pif
(beat those drums)
(what’s up, juwop?)

- don trip

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