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letra de the journey (daily bread) - scotty atl

[verse 1]
no surprise man we be the role models, we get ’em first we used to play on the old models
we couldn’t see it this good always, flat screens in every room but we grew up with the floor model
can’t feel a thang it’s kinda scary, my heart got a dose of novocaine, i’ll be fine i been tellin’ myself
run wit these wolves i’ve been kicking sh-t since i been in the womb
i’m makin’ money like never before, true happiness, no plastic smiles i got credit on my plastic
vision great it three times this week its drastic, i’m from the south we love flamboyant fabric
quotes from a g, a king that’s in my tablet, love wit sativa but she just popped her a tablet
every time i pull up and park she get jur-ssic, even over bars them stupid b-tches har-ss me
had to make a choice, you quit you lose it all its hard finding new friends, i wish i could keep ’em all, how stupid
even jesus got played by j, i had fear i would second guess the game one day
i had the faith they would fill me with the flame one day, 365 they just want me to change one day
i’m like nah what you see what you get, treatin’ the soil wit the sh-t ya’ll gave me, b-tches ain’t cars man they s-x

[chorus]
man i used to scrub my j’s wit my toothbrush
that’s before i could afford another pair (another pair)
i still wait for them n-ggas that just talk it they don’t do much
i found some sh-ts in the rear (in the rear)
in the rear its placed, heart’s the home

[verse 2]
i found out, jealousy ain’t the root its somethin’ else
i found out she get loose when the roof ain’t there
i found out money don’t make the man, man make the money
pullin’ dime hoes and n-ggas be stupid bummy
cristal blue and green my fingertips, suckin’ for fat stacks, fat -ss and lips
all you cats be shootin’ is facts, vibes and chips
remember scr-pin’ for gas to lay down these stupid scripts, no flex
stretch that money all year yeah bowflex, i hit that p-ssy till the situation get perplexed
my hometown on the news i’m hurt, i can’t explain tryna inspire these n-ggas but they rather go bang
scotty bleach the whole game like kurt cobain, they switchin’ up but they yellin’ nah scot don’t change
i can’t decide if i should or entertain sometime
feel like i’m tied to this media and fame sometime, its all bad
mouth full of gold bad, give you that good feel, like its a throwback
n-gga this new as f-ck, brainwashed radio heads, empty the clip till yo radio dead

- scotty atl

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