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letra de the migration - nephuu

[intro]
all these beats wack and it kinda depress me
sitting on this black reminiscing on lexi
missing not the act, but the mission was s-xy
tall lumberjack swag like donna by jackie

{verse]
it’s the summer of 2020 maybe it be may
i was saving up a little and a little more everyday
working threeish jobs for two jobs pay
i wake up the sun then on my way
the crisp cool air’s a frisky player
making us blush while we load our trucks
once the frigidaires are secured with prayer
i hop in with our route and hold my lunch
aramis and i drive all over state
bumpin’ old rap sh-t spittin’ our game
carrying your old appliances all day
down your winding stairs and narrow hallways
back to the warehouse unload and sweep it up
back in my whip, warm her up ‘n’ make the speakers bump
drive past my house now heading to the ristorant’
get there at six rally up cause we gon’ beat the rush
changing shoes, wash my hands, and tie my apr-n up
cuttin’ these mushrooms, they just ran out
finding time to write rhymes adjust my style
close it up clean it up around 10 o’clock
thank my uncle for the flexible job
now before i head home gotta make my own deliveries
young milwaukee entrepreneur
don’t stress the specificities
home by eleven in bed by one
working on this youtube had it’s fun
sleep for four hours and dun dun dun
i did it again and i did for months
till i had a new toyota from my 02 impala
with my own dollars and no cosigner
bought me some totes caught me some tokes
planned out my trip got ready for the road
i gave up the safety and the warmth of my mama home
to change up the samey i need growth on my own
my plan was milwaukee up too duluth
i was gonna see this shorty lexi and she was cute
stay a night play a fight then spin quickly
see my other uncle hanging out in twin cities
then sin city then la was the plan
i opened snapchat wyo wya
dtf? last chance
i’m leaving the midwest and never coming back
she said “i thought you’d never ask
i moved out first so come and get it in seattle”
i packed up my bags and gave my momma a ti amo
i was weaving through the traffic like i bounce on this piano
if gas was ammo, bamb’o, i went rambo off the handle
man though, i told my uncle i would i see him
plus i just got this money i don’t need to get a bm
i told him how far i was out in a dm
pull up to the house he working on and we have a chat
reminisced on old times, on how he had my back
we cracked jokes and a laugh and then my mind flashed
‘membering my family laughing drinking to their favorite tracks
playing spades and bones talking sh-t and this was that
i’ve grown up. i’m on my own, yup. making big plans all by my lonesome
he noticed it too, he said he’s proud of me
told him not until i hit the rap lottery
[outro]
the rap lottery

- nephuu

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