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letra de ymcmb diss - gritty bleu

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verse 1 gritty bleu

and ofcourse she the best
but it’s only by default
you mean to tell me ain’t no b-tches that could knock this hoe off?
thats’ a lie, they exist
they ain’t got her support
you think payola is dead they call it building rapport
they call it gifts and parties and rubbing elbows
taking pictures wit n-ggas so you can act like you know ’em
and if you get on once them you can get on twice
even if you are garbage you can make it off hype

get a couple million views, sell a million copies
prove to these conglomerates you’ll fir inside they pockets
get ratchett wit the diva just to boost ratings
then do damage control cuz yo fan base is hating
that’s right i said it and i mean every word
can’t play your whole cd, b-tch i think that sh-ts absurd
all that hype for an album just to listen to some beats
real thoroughbred n-ggas 8 milin’ in the streets
trynna eat, out robbin’ and they can’t get a deal
sh-t real my n-gga when you can’t afford a meal
when you can’t afford a place just to lay your head at night
gotta get it how you live
how you living ain’t right

got no help, got no one, n0body to help me on my feet
true soldier that’s me, i’ll do without the sleep
in the land of the living why do i feel dead
only lint in my pocket, i ain’t even got a bed
make a song fly beats no lyrics fit the format
radio stations gone play it like its all that
i done heard trill g’s say hip hop is dead
resurrection time lazarus get outta bed
take me back to the time when the money wasn’t good
when them voices echoed pain struggle get me out this hood
back when hip hop had some meaning and so many wasn’t misled
bullsh-t beats scratch the record i heard every word you said x 3

chorus gritty bleu

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