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letra de where we going? - evan black

verse 1

manager saying i gotta pick a topic
but every single time i go to rip it i forgot it
i hear the cl!ck track and get to reaching in my pocket for an idea
but i’m only pulling out my wallet
and so i’m forced to talk about the money
and what i never had and what i do and how it’s funny
it’s that same old something from nothing
i got no love for hoes and i’m rhyming something bout stunting like
a fat bag of drugs, ice cold gl-ss get my mind numb cause i’m bout to flip out fast
turned zips and halves up into bricks then the cash came in
uh, b-tches with a big old -ss? boom
he’s saying man you gotta talk about the struggle
talk about the come up, make em all love you
they gotta relate so they can try equate the problems they have
with what your trying to relay but i’m

hook (2x)
living for today, headed at tomorrow
never looking back and i’m saying we all should all go
where we going? (going up, going up, going up)
where we going? (going up, going up yeah)

verse 2
spinning it up, puffin it down
getting a bit of the weed in me fore i go and lay it down
ill be kicking a verse, bring it around round
let the track bang when i’m whipping through my town cause
i’m a chemist with the crown
venomous i’m with the sh-t that got you double checking lyrics what you’re writing throw it out
take your mic, rip it out take up hype you’ll never be amongst the likes of me
nah, i arrive and shut it down
never write a love song, i ain’t with the swag
but that old school flow d-mnit got it in the bag
ain’t tryna rip a pop song, catch a deal
tryna press a record just to sell a mill and get a meal
flip a finger to the 9 to 5
catch a bus round europe spin a joint at versailles
man i’ll tour up every night i got em feeling the vibe
and i could rhyme about the struggle but when i’m getting live

hook (2x)

manager saying just pick a f-ckin topic (f-ck you)
but i just copped a trip to the tropics
off tonight hop a flight with shots of vodka talking like i’m famous
like oh i got a show? well where the train is?
you can’t train this, born with the arrogance
sworn that i’d come with the swarm of the narratives
and flood like i caught a bad roll in jumanji
chillin at the corner bar bent is where you’ll find me
i’m f-ckin dope? please remind me
i can’t seem to process the rhymes in my mind
like i put em on a page and forget that i wrote em
telling me i’m dope like “oh i didn’t know it!”
i been a beast since crown jewelz one
now we on the road on that crown jewelz run
got that foul groove sonning these amateur rap chumps
manning the pack, getting them punks in the back punched

- evan black

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