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letra de pioneers/making a man - marcus ariah

[chorus]
my watches be timeless
and i put the time in
got ulysses and benjamin stickin together
like them n-ggas siamese
gettin money ain’t tirin
when you see me i drive in
got the chicken to get it i f-ck with the spinach
like i was popeye and them

and my n-ggas they pioneers
my n-ggas they pioneers
and i put the time in
(x8)

[verse]
man i hustle im grindin
money tall its like 9’10
man my criminals organized if you a new n-gga you gotta sign in
and im pushin for diamonds
when the sun hit it blind em
you f-ck with some my n-ggas
you lookin for trouble
you prolly gon find it
got a couple n-ggas that could hang over like a drunky
hit you like a range rover
all my n-ggas got the same motive we ain’t f-ckin with you less the gang on it
and my b-tches really all be tamed don’t they
yea i hit but you never came over
if i’m losin that dont mean the game over
that just mean i’m clutch i gotta wade water
cannot see me retirin
man i hang with them lions
you be flauntin that sh-t ona gram but can’t move
you get money you lyin
all my n-ggas reliant
you fight me, you fight five, ten
man my momma got bills that she need to be paid
ain’t got time for no cryin

and my n-ggas they pioneers
my n-ggas they pioneers
and i put the time in
(x8)

[byron green]
it’s been a long time man
it’s a long time comin’
we in the projects, with project heat
got the heat cranked up full blast
cold winters
puttin out that heat for the streets
you know where we at
newark, we need more funds
jersey
this how we do it the best, nothin less
jersey
we gon’ keep it, keep it gully and keep it simple
givin out jobs in packs

[marcus ariah verse]
rap and i has been like kane and able
n-ggas hated since i hit the table
they don’t make em how they used to
but now i’m imprintin facts like i came from staples
last year jealousy became too fatal
my grandma dyin, gotta visit mable
been should’ve did that and i’m not disabled
gotta see ya peoples for they see them angels
gotta hustle or i’ll have no home in april
my momma she wanna move on from labor
like 6 n-ggas in this small apartment
and some rodents that just wanna be warm and graceful
every time i see a roach i’m shameful
then every time i see my sis i’m faithful
that no matter the sh-t you come up in
you gotta stay hungry so you dont gotta ask ya neighbor
got n-ggas dyin from the hoods we raised in
n-ggas thinkin bout how could we make it
got us sittin up in hospitals knowin that
n-ggas in the hood not good with patients
this a blunt that we not good with facin
this a life that we not good with chasin
in our world we live in life a b-tch
and this a b-tch that n-ggas here not good with datin
and my homie’s homie just p-ssed today
first hour of a new year
he died in his arms and now he laughin
see his pain as he say happy new years
and he blamin hisself for the situation
and i tell him n-gga that was god bro
i see that he hurt but he takin it
blood on his shirt
but thats just how we are bro
we hold the burner in the car bro
the way we move won’t take us far bro
its f-cked that we all just be numb to the sh-t
we been livin in it, sh-t we scarred bro
i’m talkin bout it cause i feel for him
when homies die we wanna k!ll for em
hard to see em leave at 25 cause honestly
we just want somethin real for ’em
i hate that we gotta take it to the chin
i hate that we gotta lose and barely win
i hate that we gotta see these cruel events
and i hate that we gotta cope with juice and gin
the n-ggas round me cope with brews and hen
some n-ggas round me cope with blues and tens
i’m just tryna hope for coupes with tints
so all my n-ggas smoke in benz with benj
i’m hopin that i could still laugh with my n-ggas
cause doggy i’m here with the last of my n-ggas
and ima blast for my n-ggas
if you don’t want trouble then homie don’t ask for my n-ggas
tryna get cash with my n-ggas
we hustlers so it’ll never be bad for my n-ggas
we stand when we p-ss, ain’t no pad for my n-ggas
you p-ssies would never be half of my n-ggas
talk to pops he hurt cause he can’t help
told him help my sis and help himself
told me god the reason he alive
bread don’t make you rich, ya heart ya wealth
n-ggas rap bout cream and then they melt
in and out these streets a hurt ya health
put you in the grave or in them cells
they don’t understand the pain we felt
i’m just tryna live more than survive
i’m tryna look good in my sisters eyes
bein the only man up in the house
done showed me i gotta protect and provide
done showed me i gotta collect and i’ll strive
done showed me i gotta continue my drive
done showed me i gotta stay healthy alive
done showed me i gotta be better with god

- marcus ariah

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