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letra de conscience music - req cartier

listening to kendrick & tweeting a couple b-tches//
is my regular agenda since college i couldn’t finish//
a dream of being a lawyer is now diminished//
cause sallie mae won’t give me a loan//
i’ll prolly be on my own, like when a father leaves a mother//
in dire need of some support, so my friends become my brothers//
scrambling for change, just to recycle some sh-t up in my cycle//
let’s eat, like it’s the last supper//
i feel like jesus, i’m bringing a bunch of people together//
with so many against me…//
it seems like everybody hates req//
the cameras is on, they’ll prolly watch me to my death//
i struggle to eat, rather spend my money on these beats//
till my message is heard, i rather sleep when i’m deceased n-gga//
that’s grind for ya//
stone cold voice, that’s the bottom line for ya//
i see so many doubtin my decisions//
like raven-symone tho, i got a vision//
hoping that you follow me n-gga & i ain’t talking twitter//
but you prolly won’t//
i’m spitting knowledge that n-ggas prolly won’t ever quote//
whatever floats ya boat//
i never tried to make a difference//
i’m painting a picture, n-ggas can’t afford, my lyrics vivid//
but i’m rather timid//
debating my decisions//
drop out of school, try to make it with this rap sh-t//
i’m hoping that i see a million//
my mama proud that her only boy 21//
never been to jail & i never had to use a gun//
hard times motivate for change n-gga//
you a rapper too but we ain’t the same n-gga//
you see me struggling to make it in this game n-gga//
feeling like alicia cause you still don’t know my name n-gga//
ha, these rap n-ggas lack a common mind//
so i k!ll em off of the books like its columbine//
dot telling me i haven’t reached my prime//
while ciara thinks my weakest sh-t is ahead of time//
yet i contradict//
i rather be on the commercial sceneee//
counting money & infinite b-tches, yeah it’s all a dream//
but instead, i’m working fast food//
tryna help my mother make it in a world where money has no value//
new yorkers stealing credit//
to do a lil debit//
illegal moves to impress these b-tches//
so you buying gucci for a coochie//
that probably got a history longer than them bugattis//
& that sh-t been hot since 99//
but i digress//
lyrically venting this sh-t, that sit up on my chest//
in an effort to live the suite life, brothers keep ya head tight//
never let em take away ya dreams, f-ck a red light//

conscience music

- req cartier

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