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letra de clean kid - make dollars not sense (mdns)

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(verse 1)
i used to know ah, young kid, new to the block
so wet behind the ears, he wouldn’t even jaywalk/
but there was something about him, a gleam in his eye
you could tell he wanna win bad, but he was too shy/

i’d watch him, watching the dealer on the corner, selling dope
admiring him, looking real clean with the j’s on, selling soap/
i know he wish he could be that fly, i know he wish he could be that guy
he sees him stacking paper, bet he’s asking the lord why?/

lord why? why can’t i be that guy?
lord why? i’m praying to you every night/
i wonder, can the lord not hear my prayer? oh is he just
or is he just, or is he just, unaware?/

lord, why, why can’t i be that guy, be that fly
how can we be this different when we share the same sky/
every day i see him out here with fresh threads
and his coins always seem to land heads/
lord why? why can’t i be that guy?
lord why? i’m praying to you every night/
i wonder, can the lord not hear my prayer? oh is he just
or is he just, or is he just, unaware?/

thought after he got a college degree, he would be free of being broke and misery
but now even the blind can see, he doesn’t believe success is in his reality /
he needs to find the key, even then there’s no guarantee that he’ll sipping mojitos in hawaii
and if i don’t make the play soon, he’ll be the lowest branch on his family tree/

friday, looking out his window at the skylights, wishing he could be partyin’ all night
the dealer from the corner, bet his nights going alright/
but he, stuck here, with a fear, to step out his comfort zone
don’t do something quick, gonna write he died alone on his gravestone/

lord why? why can’t i be that guy?
lord why? i’m praying to you every night/
i wonder, can the lord not hear my prayer? oh is he just
or is he just, or is he just, unaware?/

this is a life lesson; if you never press the pressure you’ll never be mentioned
push tension to the ropes, and hope, that someone wanna fuck with you/
staring at the man in the mirror, wondering what you gotta do
to make it, to take it to next level; to silence all these devils

lord why? why can’t i be that guy?
lord why? i’m praying to you every night/
i wonder, can the lord not hear my prayer? oh is he just
or is he just, or is he just, unaware?/

but i know the day he steps out that comfort zone
he gonna k!ll the whole game with ah microphone/
people gonna ask how a homie went from unknown
to hitting every milestone, /

in the future when he smirks, they’ll call it c-ckiness
he’ll just tell them, he just call that confidence/
his game will be a1, they’ll build a monument
he’ll be worldwide, not just 1 continent/

- make dollars not sense mdns

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