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letra de so what - greg grease

[hook]
i’ve been grindin’ and grippin’, but so what?
i’ve been strugglin’, hustlin’, so what?
i’ve been tryin’ to change it, but so what?
ain’t n-body tryna hear that sh-t
so what?
i’ve been grindin’ and grippin’, but so what?
i’ve been strugglin’, hustlin’, so what?
i’ve been tryin’ to change it, but so what?
ain’t n-body tryna hear that sh-t

[verse 1]
i used to think that people wanted liberation in the music
used to think that i could build a reputation with the true sh-t
but the truth is, life is ruthless, everybody’s goin’ through it
everybody’s tryna find somethin’ to lose themselves from bullsh-t
struggle rappers frontin’, bluffin’ like they gunnin’, poppin’ roofies
in they momma’s bas-m-nt, actin’ like they life is just a movie
gettin’ high gets [?], it’s all about the beat is what they tell me
i feel you but the stories you sellin’ are not compellin’
rather pop a pill and go out yo melon than hear rebellion
wanna front on cam, pretend like you felons but really tellin’
tired of bein’ preacher-teacher, i’m bowin’ out then i’m bailin’
prolly roll an ‘l’, an ocean sail, floatin’, black magellan
overzealous rappers soundin’ like anotha for the dolla
who raised you, who’s yo momma, this game ain’t built for no scholar
so dumb it up for impalas, we all want wealth and the commas
and dreamin’ is much easier than thinkin’ bout yo problems

[verse 2]
to each his own, we knee deep in phones, sleep on sneaky clones
fillin’ bowls, feature weakenin’ soul, reefer leave me blown
the deceitful evils leak you, leave you, layin’ where you dabbed at
where you hit the ‘naynay’, yeah that’s where you gettin’ stabbed at
they take away yo freedoms while you kissin’ on the snapchat
idolize these fake faces, plastic as saran wrap
maybe i’m a realist, maybe i can’t have that (no)
gl-ss all on my ceilings but i came to smash that (woah)
i’m just caught up in the feelin’, gotta right to raise the meter
gotta focus on the real they always gon’ deceive ya
fill ya up with pleasers, leave ya faded as a caesar
don’t wanna hear the ugly truth, ya worried ’bout some sneakers
i’m tryna raise my feature ’til i’m chillin’ in antigua
rollin’ up in kenya record spinnin’, check korea
my true nature’s tribal, so i speak it through the music
you can hate or love it, you can leave or you can choose it

- greg grease

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