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letra de church - neiman martin

-intro

yea
check it

(verse 1)

never knew i, live in a jungle, do i
since a youngin, i was taught thru the underground grew up
make no difference what you gotta do to get ya loot up
struggle hustle and boot us
momma working long nights to get the food up
kitchen counter, couch potato, living life like a screw up
had to get up, wipe my face and start to try to pursue
when ya coming from the public schools gotta endure
no matter what you do you gotta play your part
i’m on another level shuffle cards i’m seeing double
since seven i was down yep hip-hop hooray i’m buggin
attitude legit, thinking i’m tearin up some sh-t
i might as well be up to it, i’m mastermind big puffy’in it uh
sw-switch it up
yep i’m loving it, lowrider magazines with the dime on the cover with
candy paint dreams with the gameboy i’m mad boy mclovin it
in class by myself the teacher said could be your president

(chorus)

young livin it
all i needed was vision
when you in competition my hustle got me committed
long days turn into long nights
gas pipe, motor hemi, blacked out, with the chrome
louder pipes

i’m young livin it
all i needed was vision
down under the trenches where snakes bitting it’s venom
don’t lose part of ya soul thinking you a victim
know your circumstance don’t get bite fighting the issue

uh
(verse 2)

listen up
i’m working hard to live it up
you working hard to give it up
you keep on starving cuz you trust
hoping ya sh-t get better, but changing up like the weather
whenever ya getting jealous just think your sh-t is some zealous funk
let me introduce to the one that never lose
since i was a little one rockin the beating tune
blue walkman with the s-curl d-mn girls feeling dude, why this cannot be real life this interlude
then unwind to the room, kick back listen tune
re-write raps and recite and listen to em
used to study rap, i was that in to it
had to cut it back, had to get influence

(chorus)

young livin it
all i needed was vision
when you in competition my hustle got me committed
long days turn into long nights
gas pipe, motor hemi, blacked out, with the chrome
louder pipes

thought i was the golden one
let’s just keep it golden son
midas touch the chosen one
and i just on keep on rollin one
never mind how i do it just to keep into it
ni@@as lookin at me like if no one can, he can do it

(verse 2)

st. louis from ferguson, ya ppl tour it
frost ave is a classic, like a movie view it
step into the scene in a dream just knew my purpose
the scene at the beginning didn’t need no rehearsal
asking what you gotta do, and i know why i gotta do it
and if you ballin average you better ball better dude
step up to the plate with a different mind a different state
if you told me wait i been waiting to grind show my face
no illusion, no confusion, yea i’m here to stay
glorified apostle yea i’m just in living state
flesh into the water, brown skin like the father
keep ya two cents here’s a dollar, what i’m thinking is not thought up
lessons get you caught up, my teaching is what brought us
the knowledge of what was taught up, my consciousness is just gon cost ya
this my reality, passing it to a gallery jean michel basquiat finishing off fatality
uh

(chorus)

young livin it
all i needed was vision
when you in competition my hustle got me committed
long days turn into long nights
gas pipe, motor hemi, blacked out, with the chrome
louder pipes

- neiman martin

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