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letra de money trees / dear kendrick - saint javen

[intro: javen x]
in my ability flying infinity keeping it real is an undying affinity
in my ability flying infinity keeping it real is an undying affinity

[verse 1: javen x]
it’s the maniac
supervillain braniac
i flow so insane i had to
go equip a wavy cap
hold my brain intact this that
let it go and bring it back
let my lettuce stack whip the
lemon ’til i get the ‘lac
uh i been holding back realign my focus on my
magnum opus let them jokers know the smolder’s back like my
older raps still spitting in that culdesac where we
rollin back woods facing posers that be toting gats
uh the lights go out
southpaw strike went right to the mouth
people gon’ judge me based on clout for they
even get to learn what i am bout
bank account better have a high
amount what i amount to be
hypocrisy my foes keep mocking
me well each a part of me is
what they have in common see
just like robberies and sheets and
stocks and fees and corporate offices
a prophecy’s indeed what’s
been locked up so please just let me
free and let me be get out my
head with all these comments

[hook: javen x]
it go halle berry or hallelujah
pick your poison, tell me what you don’
everybody gon’ respect the shooter
but the one in front of the gun lives forever
(the one in front of the gun, forever)
and i been hustlin’ all day
this-a-way that-a-way
through c-n-ls and alleyways, just to say
money trees is the perfect place for shade
and that’s just how i feel

[verse 2: javen x]
let ’em down letting out a hundred rounds
all that bullsh-t never been about
see my patience is a thin amount
seen all these walls i just went around
drugs and the girls always been around
lil ballerina do the spin around
locked up feelings gotta let em out
all this bullsh-t gotta let it out
fey with a fake face what whole waste cold
chains in a leg race keep a slow pace i don’t
play hit the nae nae lemonade tray on
disc track one hit em with the ak when i
spray them down fifty-two card ima
lay them down got a full house ima
lay em out and i won’t stop til my
bank account full with insane amounts
ooh forgive me i know that’s so
foolish of me nowadays we all
drool in envy twenty one fights never
losing any that’s what this worlds
doing to me all this fake love
moving to me all my haters
grooving to me all this sh-t talks
soothing to me i ain’t got sh-t to
prove please don’t let your grades degrade you just keep being
you lord knows that’s all that i can do i’ll stay making
moves ill stay grinding for my family baby don’t you
at me you already had me

[breakdown: javen x]
that’s just how i feel
i could lose my legs and stay tredding on these mills
i ain’t finna beg i’m just tryna get a meal
screaming f-ck a deal do without a couple mill
gotta keep it real tde’s the dreamville
sycophants be trying to find my d-mn achille’s heel
jesus take the wheel forgive me when their blood spills
i got i got i got bills
put my name in all their wills all their wills

[verse 3: javen x]
young kid with a flow that is so clean
and i got a dream i could save all the dope fiends
bake some bread for the fam and the whole team
and i won’t stop no way by no means
running and running and running and running and
running this sh-t is a marathon
life’s getting better but steadily worse how we
live in a curse it’s a paradox
speakers be blasting uh i am the
master uh keeping it real as i
p-ss to the pastor i am the
b-st-rd uh wish it would end faster
andalé answers they on delay
and i can’t even imagine what it would
be like to rest just count my
blessings no regrets

[outro: javen x]
no regrets yea out of breath hold my head up til i’m
dead no more tears even when the sky is
red got my fears but i swear that i’m
okay i’m okay
and it won’t end i’ll keep trying ’til i’m left without a
friend i know i spill all my feelings with my
pen i spill all my f-ckin feelings with my
pen do this ’til the end
do this ’til the end
summer ’18, know thyself, be thyself

- saint javen

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