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letra de true - jay with the vision

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(intro: jay vision)
yeah, l.i.v
jay with the vision
vg
yeah, gang, uh

(verse)

while they was f-cking w the works
i took my -ss to work
a 5 to 9 or 9 to 5 & still my pockets hurt, (nah)
i’m living tryna make a living
this ain’t gonna work (ain’t gonna work)
i been through h-ll & back to heaven just to get on earth
listen

i went to school because they thought i was a fool
i went to cl-ss & bust my -ss , rather be up in the stu
no professor taught me anything i ain’t already knew
& ain’t no one can tell me anything i ain’t already do

i done seen n-ggas w bachelors that’s working at mcdonald’s
i done seen n-ggas w no degree that stacking up them commas
so how the f-ck
would ya notice if i ever went to college
i was tryna make a profit
i was tryna stack them dollars
but my momma want me working back in school to be a doctor

but i really got no patience , (nah)
i get mad & i get angry, (yup)
the only thing to keep me calm is smoking sour , where the papers
she was always sweet to me but i had to get it now or later
i don’t like to be the n-gga out here asking round for favors
cause then n-ggas take it personal & it’s a situation

so i get it on my own
mama cared & she is strong
mama there & she was home
i was out there w then goons

making moves around like 12 o’clock
but never after noon
cause the money coming soon
we them n-ggas in the room

we was pushing out the rock & sending n-ggas to the moon
hoping i would never stop until i make it in thrown

b-tches know i’m in my zone
not the one to be ya friend
had a couple stick around but they ain’t stick it to the end

it was just me & a pen
paper pencil & a friend
i mean brother
from another mother
coming from the gutter

we done hustled through struggle
lotta dough up in the duffle
i had shawty all up on me
i ain’t got no time to cuddle

we would argue back to back but got no time for no reb-ttals
i be quick to level up
give her d-ck to shut her up

they would try to join the wave
but won’t be ever one of us
l.i.v till i d.i.e
forever running up

i’m the sh-t
have you feel it in ya stomach
bubble guts

you can gamble w ya life but just know you can’t double up

lately almost everyday i see myself up in the stu
always gotta run it up
my mama said there’s no excuse
if you not working
put the work in just do what you gotta do
you not living for no reason
you alive so there’s the proof

gotta make it count
i’m living to see my bank account have insane amounts
i’m living to move my mama out into a safer house
i was moving wocky till the vision started changing routes
ain’t no one could stop me getting broccoli
ima vegan

had to push away the demons
i got tired of all the beefing
rather get lit w my n-ggas
turning up like every weekend

popping bottles of the henny
smoking boulders of the gg
n-ggas out here wanna be me
& they b-tches wanna see me

they see how a n-gga living
but can’t see behind the scenes
i’m where all the gr-ss is greener
but the gr-ss is never green

you would think that it would shine because you see it in the light
but when it’s dark n0body there
the gr-ss is greener in the night

never seen em in ya life
but i had to go pick the right path
f-ck school i don’t even like math
f-xk school i don’t even like cl-ss
dropped out but n-gga i’m back

said f-ck man i’m already here i could be up in the streets or i end up on the jam

lotta n-ggas b-tch n-ggas be broke celebrating all the money that they have on the gram, (for the gram)

i be talking but they don’t understand
they be talking but they don’t know the plan
2 steps i ain’t talking 1,2
made moves i didn’t want to

spend nights overthinking bout life tryna make another move make a confused

so you can learn from my mistake
be better my n-gga be great

i thank god i wake up each day
uh each day
i thank i wake up each day, (yeah)
thank god always gotta keep faith, (keep faith)

& i’m not gonna sell my soul for a little bit of fame & a f-cking briefcase, (briefcase)
rather run up the bag each way , (each way)
gotta run up the bag each day, (each day)

& i’m not gonna sell my soul for a little bit of fame & a f-cking briefcase
rather run up the bag each way
gotta run up the bag each day , (yeah)

b-tch, hay with the vision
l.i.v

- jay with the vision

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