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letra de 2 cents - sam.sts

[verse 1: sam.sts]
yeah, you got a price on my head
a roll the dice and you’re dead
and i see it right through your eyes
it didn’t have to be said
and i’m far from conceded
thank god i’m still breathing, exceeded the grieving
no time for the briefing
heart still beating
too much to discuss
a lot to adjust
nightmares of l-st
it’s not that i don’t trust
i gotta leave ‘fore i combust
just a pen and pad in my hand
i’ve been saddened by man
seems no matter the plan
i’m the last in my land, just as average as joe or dan
sam and s-a-m-a-d
r-e-p reality
r-i-p to all that p-ssed
p-a-c and b-i-g
just a midwest kid, you guessed it
won’t see me up on the guest list
i can attest it
i stand where the best sit, you can’t put me down
head below water but i’ll never drown
and i’ve found, i’m in my zone
above the clouds, sit at home take in the sounds
used to hate, but listen now
you’re the victim, tell me how?
yeah, i feel like a phoenix
i don’t care if you believe it
pay attention to my thesis
i don’t have a single weakness
stay independent like chance
and i’ve been defendin’ my stance
the future of my life, right now, is in gods hands
k. lamar, j. cole, and nasir
add ’em all together and look what we got here
one thing ‘fore i go, the “buck stops here”
yeah i’m on another level, but no i’m not top tier

[verse 2: samad savage]
i’m sick of eating these rappers, i need me a different snack
they told me to make a living, you gotta go move these packs
i’m starting to think it’s true, cause my momma been on my back
she asking her boy for rent, and i just wanna give her racks
but i got a minimum wage job, i could never make my money stack
god there’s gotta be a better way, don’t wanna resort to moving crack
becoming everything i hate, after that no turning back
but i need this money, cause sh-t ain’t funny when you see your bank just overdraft
f-ck, i’m clumsy
how could i expect my bank to have a decent balance?
it seems like n0body gives a f-ck about my recent talent
what if i told you that money was the reason i dropped out of college?
plus this rap game is something i feel like i can salvage
the only time savage takes l’s is if it’s a l from salvage
don’t wanna rob people or be a hypocrite for tryna stop the violence
but it can get a little bit violent every time i k!ll the beat when i’m on it
it’s like i keep the “strap” on, my homie lets be honest
my words are bullets, my magazines are these booklets
i dig through all of the bullsh-t, i found the crown and i took it
i walk through gated communities, arizona’d and hooded
i fear nothing but god, and every cop that’s crooked
so pay attention, are you lookin’?
at the history, that makes us victims to be
cause we don’t know anything, sh-t, we don’t know our own enemy
the government never really been a friend to me, but that’s just what they pretend to be
cause they don’t ever give a f-ck about your family, and put chemicals in the food you eat
lord, same thing for this industry, they don’t care if you got any food to eat
they don’t care if you out there in the street, in fact, that’s good publicity
but when it gets to me, sh-ts gotta change
and no, i am not insane, but what if i told you media f-cks up everything inside your brain
i’m not playin’ and it’s not a game, information i cannot contain
we shouldn’t give a f-ck about the fame, cause we got a whole lot more to gain
and i’ve got a whole lot more to say, in fact this is my chance to say it
so everybody share this sh-t right now before i get -ssasina-

[hook: sam.sts]
don’t know what you have ’till you loose it
only wear it out if the shoe fits
doesn’t make sense ’till the truth hits
here’s my 2 cents, go and use it
don’t know what you have ’till you loose it
only wear it out if the shoe fits
doesn’t make sense ’till the truth hits
here’s my 2 cents, go and use it
don’t know what you have ’till you loose it
only wear it out if the shoe fits
doesn’t make sense ’till the truth hits
here’s my 2 cents, go and use it
don’t know what you have ’till you loose it
only wear it out if the shoe fits
doesn’t make sense ’till the truth hits
here’s my 2 cents, go and use it
don’t know what you have ’till you loose it
only wear it out if the shoe fits
doesn’t make sense ’till the truth hits
here’s my 2 cents, go and use it

- sam sts

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