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letra de ink - joey jester

(verse 1)
you think i struggle? well you d-mn right
i get melodies and doubt in the late night
but i’m tryna get clout on the same night
it’s funny with the effort nothing changed right?
i still talk my game like i flaunt my fame
been dolo since nothing’s the same
been a couple months since i dropped my ep
and i still believe cuz i never downgrade
still poor with potential, looking for change
flipping these nickels and dimes, i’m on my grind
got all these on m’s on my mind
marry the game cuz i’m making it mine
making moves but i’m still at a slump
they k!lling the dream , i blame mr. trump
obama on a kayak with a snapback
ready with the clapback cuz he know that we f-cked

(hook x2)
here’s a toast to my past life
there’s blood, there’s sweat, there’s tears that morph into ink
a brother like me can’t think
made too many mistakes my heart looking like a sink
too much gunk man, too much dirt
i’m putting in work tryna find my worth
belittle all you want but it’s not that simple
tryna make it happen while i’m stuck in the middle

(verse 2)
i see it all when i deep in my sleep
all the nightmares start to form and they creep
gotta hide out when it’s lights out
cuz nothing really shines anymore by the lighthouse
a lot on my plate while i contemplate
but i ride for my people cuz they give me faith
give me a second cuz i need some sp-ce
give me a second to see if im straight
cuz i see my fate going two ways
getting doc-mentaries on blu ray
or overdosing like in two days
nose leaking like it’s kool aid
relapse then i realize when it’s time to change it’s just too late
we all flawed, so who’s great?
we all scared, so who’s brave?
like migos, i takeoff to new levels
i’m a golden child, with a lil rebel
can’t stay in ny i’ll just never settle for the situations handed by the devil
eyes open cuz i stay woke
but i blow a check and stay broke
till the next time and i do it again
this is why i need a billi my friend
don’t try and pretend that i’ll fight to the end
cuz you know that i can, you know that’s the plan
punishments and hard judgements from my single mother i became the man
of the house for my lil brother that’s another reason i just play it out
he’s a cop within a year now and ima dropout with no career out

(hook)
here’s a toast to my past life
there’s blood, there’s sweat, there’s tears that morph into ink
a brother like me can’t think
made too many mistakes my heart looking like a sink
too much gunk man, too much dirt
i’m putting in work tryna find my worth
belittle all you want but it’s not that simple
tryna make it happen while i’m stuck in the middle

- joey jester

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