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letra de creased forces - matt vanzetti

[hook]
what you know about that hurt when you doubt dreaming for a goal
it feel out of reach feel impossible for all you really know
you got every role model and figure leaving every role
mom trynna keep it together putting food up on the stove

had a crease in my forces, since my parents divorcing
i like half of an orphan, dad did extorting
towards us, cash in portions we had in morsels
rapping for peace, almost done packed me a piece
never done rapped for the streets rapping for me
poverty stricken outcast from thе east
couldn’t own sh-t, mama had on a lease
mе and my sis, with nada to eat
problems bigger than meech
gone through the mud without wearing a cleat
antisocial i ain’t f-cking with y’all
listen to pac on repeat
i’m an artist
channeling thoughts on a beat
turn a hobby to love and my work
sh-t from parents i gotta unlearn
all i got is pride and my word
man can admit when he’s taken an l
its about how you grown when you fail
loudest in rooms they most dangerous
i move in silence, put faith in myself
[hook]
what you know about that hurt when you doubt dreaming for a goal
it feel out of reach feel impossible for all you really know
you got every role model and figure leaving every role
momma trynna keep it together putting food up on the stove

[pt. 2, air forces]

ever since we had to buy sh-t on clearance
speaking my sh-t till i f-ck up my larynx
dog, me and this music we got us a marriage
can’t l break it up connection the clearest
till they need six to carry me up
making more hits than derek jeter
making a team that scary to feature
so why would i care for your weeping?
raised by momma, make commas off trauma
sis my consigliere, we leaders
f-ck it a crime family
me talking sh-t is me being modest
you can bet your bottom i got bottom dollars like ugh
f-ck it we live by a code (by a code)
i used to dream of these goals (goals)
now i get c notes for shows (shows)
and i got groupies and hoes (hoes)
they try to give coochie to bros (coochie?)
just to get closer to me (closer)
they wanting that gucci from me (gucci)
the best you gonna get is my merch (wucci)
that’s that only time i’ll be on a shirt
need me a demon to drive it to church
but got a goddess and she me the works
came with a cannon like drum line
needed to make me a gun line
k!llers, and thugs in my bloodline
feel like a rollie with no hands i’m timeless
i don’t throw hands i k!ll em with diamonds
talking that pressure that make em (make em)
came from the mud where they wanting you buried
anything i got i got it myself
was drowning now swimming like miller and phelps
like f-ck it i’ll build it myself
so what the f-ck is humble letting it off
pardon my ego i’m letting it talk

- matt vanzetti

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