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letra de this side up (but not really) - frostbyte, the creator

[verse 1: frostbyte, the creator]
i felt that ground break underneath me
before i made a mark on my terriory
i said to god come release me
and then blow me up in the industry

all i had was the need to speak all about in
and out when i’m setting a degree
and i never come around to a
version of me that i said i would allow with the
belly of the beat and i never meant to be the enemy
just overload on my energy

but fame came with the jealousy
’til the hate put me in jeopardy

i stay armoured up
i’m still waiting to face my destiny
i set that bar, way too d-mn hight
’til n0body there next to me
now all i see is below i’m running on this road
i’m keeping my plan on the low but i think they see
and believe and they know, (let’s go)

i’m ready for war-
[verse 2: moosh]
when they talking the realest you never come up in discussion
i’m like, “where the cash at?”
you know, shorty ass fat, i need, 25 bands
in a louis backpack
smokin’ on that kobe bryant, cause i never pass that
and you always tryin’ chill, but can never match that

[chrous 1: moosh]
d-mn, growing pains had em all talking
everybody in the mall bought it
big business no small talkin’
got a bag on me like i’m dog walking
they ain’t do it but they made a case, he tried k!llin’ but they’d made em wait
gettin’ to it like it’s 01, man i’m la reid with a baby face
215 till i d.i.e, bad b-tch need a see id
king sh-t like t.i.p

[verse 3: moosh]
20 bands for the v.i.p
but the bank closed, yeah it’s h-lla empty
we’ve been down since elementary
f-ck boys want to bet against me
i don’t know, man it kinda tempt me

[verse 4: moosh]
every time i gotta catch the vibe
down for the squad and we set to ride
got a small team no extra guys
i ain’t gettin’ high got checks to sign
i feel too close to be next in line
the clock on the wall say i’m pressed for time
tryna make cash for the team, bout to crash on the scene
like a homie tryna text and drive
i’m in a foreign whip, dog it’s european
talk to me like i’m a human being
[chrous 2: moosh]
i’m in a crew that they would k!ll to be in
your man’s b-tch, would never wana be him
i heard my song all on espn
mom’s calling me she was f-cking tweakin
in the hills, i can’t feel my face , come get acquainted with the f-cking weekend (weeknd)
me and my brother just sped off the lot
i’m on a mission for bread and the guap
b-tches in love with the threats that i cop
and i’m comin off top like some head that i got
i be in the beat straight spazing, flow fantastic

[verse 5: moosh]
i was in the back of the class with the pad that i had all of my raps in
putting in practice, tryna fill the gap like an ad-lib
take a picture with a kodak, go get that sh-t developed
you can see they jealous
hating on me nothin’ they can tell us
sick, and the music is medicine
use it as remedy, i can feel it, i’m loving the melody
i don’t f-ck with not one of my enemies, but you’re not my friend don’t pretend to be
please don’t pretend to be!

[outro: tyler, the creator]
welcome!
number one, body movement (funky)
no sitting still (dance, bro)
number two (hahahaha), only speak in glory (yeah)
leave your baggage at home (none of that deep sh-t)
number three (n—-), don’t tap the glass

- frostbyte the creator

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