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letra de first story first: the prayer - ounce prize

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[verse 1]
i was born an original so guys i won’t die a copy
for sure i am individual and that truth told by my homie
gold bottles, gold t–th and d-mn original sneakers
these b-tches looking so envious so that’s why we call ’em b-tches

jeopardizing personality by paying attention to public opinion y’all unconsciously forget about your natural meaning
stop talking sh-t. be yourself. stand for what you believe. or else some other mothaf-cker your ‘xpensive jordans receive

now look at me and at yourself and figure out what’s better — working all nights for u i’m sure it’s no matter
but nevertheless, i am still grinding, keep head up and order jordans from footlocker i’m sipping from red cups

i’ve never lived in the states but i’ll do it i promise
i ain’t struggled for the equal att-tude to my homies
cause this sh-t wasn’t need we didn’t feel d-mn homeless
even though being outside none was striving to glories

no one strived to prosper no one strived to be richer
i remember happy times and only those had this feature
years later met my mentor he ain’t teacher
make creature
and if ya b-tch stay a b-tch
shout to cat i’m glad met chu

[chorus]
i’ve never been a real thug but i feel the belonging
cause already ma’fakas know how i am balling
balling chilling and popping
chilling sipping and grinding
n-ggas cruising in raris
u ain’t chill. i stay chill when you all be in hurry

i’ve never been a real thug but i feel it is calling
cause a mediocre life ain’t for me it is boring
see la in the morning
and ’bout haters ain’t worried
n-ggas cruising in fords, huh
warning all you ma’fakas
i’ve started making my story

- ounce prize

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