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letra de marie - medslaus

[intro]
i get no kick from champange
i get no kick from champange
i get no kick from champange
i get no kick from champange
(i get no kick from champange)
(i get no kick from champange)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
you silly, wishing for a miracle with no work
how you gon’ past the test if you ain’t do the homework?
on my back giving boulders
so i take it slow
still these n-ggas taking notes
cuz i wasn’t made like most
been tripping with [?], thinking maybe it’s my pigment
my brother got no guns, still the pigs might k!ll him
simple stresses of living
but imma send the building up
won’t let them take my life before medhane get enough
so i’m running, running, running like i missed the bus
making sure these n-ggas duck
whenever it get erupt
team moving, ya’ll n-ggas stuck
ha, got them stuck on that [?] sh-t
too busy waiting on the mailman
with their [?] in the cash crop
scheming and dreaming off fast drops
push their beamer through the hood with the roof off
‘cos it don’t feel too good when the news on
too good when the news on
no, it don’t feel too good when the news on

[chorus]
yeah, i’m tired, i’m hoping they told me he came (came, came)
when there’s no prayer, how the f-ck we [?]
[?] (maze)
i’m stuck in my ways
they told me he came (came, came)
i’m tired of hoping, they told me he came
when there’s no prayer, how the f-ck we [?]
[?]
they told me he came

i seem ’em plotting, scheming on me
keep diviniest garments on me
and keep leeches off me
i be by my lonely
got these words and my plan
with the words, i will emerge as a man
no time for child’s play
i, can’t get stuck in the trap my mouth made
there’s no time for child’s play
i can’t get stuck in the trap my mouth made
got my own gold, i don’t need yours
got my own gold, i don’t need yours
i don’t need yours

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i don’t need yours
i don’t need yours
i don’t need yours
got my own gold, i don’t need yours
got my own gold, i don’t need yours
(let them eat cake)

[verse 2]
f-ck your classification
n-ggas wack, we erase them
going from rats in the bas-m-nt
across maps and the nations
only problem is patience
my only problem is patience
look at your list of the greatest
look where my name is
i can not minimum wage this
stress on my back till it’s breaking
money let you know you made it
you get that money, you waste it
i get that money, i save it
no conversation, what they all saying
yeah
you got the sk!lls, you need cake, kid

- medslaus

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