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letra de no time for lies - goat smuggla

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[verse 1: n!ce tag]
wake up to the streets, hood’s heartbeat
gritty reality, where the strong compete
sunlight peeking through cracks in the wall
another day in the city’s call
crackling sirens, echoes of the night past
dreams shattered, illusions never meant to last
concrete playground where the wolves prowl
survival of the fittest, every day on the prowl
hustlers on the corners, chasing that paper chase
striving for greatness in this treachеrous place
kids on the block with big dreams in thеir eyes
navigating the minefield under the city skies
smoke clouds forming a canopy overhead
echoes of gunshots, a dance with dread
bullet casings litter the pavement, a somber sight
in the city of dreams, where day turns to night
struggle and pain intertwined in this urban sprawl
searching for hope, fighting against the fall

[pre-chorus: goat smuggla]
the streets are cold, the alleys are dark
but i keep pushing forward, leaving my mark

[chorus: goat smuggla with thi rope]
eyes open, sun rising
mind sharp, no surprise
grinding from the dawn
no time for yawns
money calling, gotta rise
no time for lies
pockets empty, hunger real
gotta make a deal
[verse 2: goat smuggla]
yeah, it’s that wake-up call, early morning rise
eyes bloodshot, dreams of reaching for the skies
life ain’t a game, but it’s a marathon race
gotta hustle hard, can’t afford to lose pace
another day, another dollar on my mind
in the city where the sun don’t always shine
gotta grind, gotta shine, gotta make it out
from the bottom to the top, with no doubt
the streets talk, whispers of danger in the air
but i ain’t scared, i was born to dare
raised in the struggle, molded by the pain
but through it all, my spirit remains untamed
got dreams bigger than the city lights
late nights, early mornings, no end in sight
through the chaos and the noise, i find my peace
in the chaos of the streets, i find release
every day i wake up, it’s a new chapter
writing my story, defying the disaster
so when the world tries to bring me down
i put on my crown, i stand my ground
no neon lights, just the fire within
that burning desire to always win

[pre-chorus: goat smuggla]
the streets are cold, the alleys are dark
but i keep pushing forward, leaving my mark
[chorus: goat smuggla with thi rope]
eyes open, sun rising
mind sharp, no surprise
grinding from the dawn
no time for yawns
money calling, gotta rise
no time for lies
pockets empty, hunger real
gotta make a deal

[bridge: thi rope]
come on, get up!
get yo ass up, ass up!
come on, get up!
get yo ass up, ass up!
come on, get up!
get yo ass up, ass up!
come on, get up!
get yo ass up, ass up!

[verse 3: thi rope]
wake up before the sun, grind never rests
money calling, gotta stay on top, no jest
street lights fl!cker, shadows dance in the dawn
early morning hustle, streets cold but i’m warm
mind sharp, focused on the moves i gotta make
every step calculated, ain’t got no margin for fake
concrete jungle whispers secrets in my ear
legacy to build, haters watching, gotta steer
eyes heavy with dreams of the life i seek
but reality hits hard, no time to be meek
streets ain’t forgiving, but neither am i
early morning hustle, under the same sky
rise and grind, every day the same routine
gotta hustle hard, in this life like a machine
no time for sleep, gotta chase that paper chase
early morning grind is where i find my grace
heart strong, pumping with the hunger inside
driven by the fire burning, can’t hide
success ain’t given, it’s earned through the grind
early morning hustle, my spirit aligned
sunrise painting the sky with shades of gold
another day to conquer, another story to be told
in the silence of the morning, i find my strength
early morning hustle, at any length
from the crack of dawn till the setting sun
every moment counts, gotta get it done
early morning hustle, my anthem, my creed
in this game of life, i plant my seed
[pre-chorus: goat smuggla]
the streets are cold, the alleys are dark
but i keep pushing forward, leaving my mark

[chorus: goat smuggla with thi rope]
eyes open, sun rising
mind sharp, no surprise
grinding from the dawn
no time for yawns
money calling, gotta rise
no time for lies
pockets empty, hunger real
gotta make a deal

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