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letra de lighted up - the aj kid

[verse 1]
some of you nice but you ain’t real, get off the mic
that’s on my life, i never had sh-t but this weed and i stay lighted up
so get your lighters up and keep it stuck for hip hop and support your f-cking friends so they can’t never say they did pop
missed opportunities ain’t new to me
i’ve been a loner since a youngin’, dirty scummy ’til my eulogy
anyways, they never liked me in my wife-beater
so when i die i hope they never put a suit on me
what you doing? (i’m just making music) i’m just making music
money is the root of evil, what is it that you pursuing?
back in the day i used to think bout who i’d grew to be
but now i wish i could remember who i used to be
holes and bruises in my shoes is just a memory
doing good but all my friends turned into enemies
i’m onto bigger things
been dodging misery
losing beliefs while these vapors burning my sensory

[chorus]
sick of the bull sh-t, tryna get my own whip
straight up out the smoke sesh, scummy with my clothes ripped
fed lies, hard times in the struggle
getting high, i was barely getting by had to hustle
in my eyes see the trouble
nothing subtle when you drowning in the ocean but they thinking it’s a puddle
[verse 2]
cigarettes had my lungs closed
blunt smoke kept me stuck broke
i’ma come up off a buck, though
i flipped a hunnid off a dub float
kicking pebbles with my peddles i ain’t finna settle
feeling trapped so now i’m out here tryna bend this metal
keep pianos in my instrumental
got the keys inside my head, feel the vibrations when i move my dental
never listen to what they tell you in this living h-ll, you just might come up proper throwing your profits into the wishing well
don’t ever give into who mention you
been smoking weed cuz all this fiction is dimensional
i move in intervals of carefully crafted syllables on interludes
your local rappers favorite rapper cuz i been the dude
from “the junction”, ain’t got sh-t to prove
you doing good then people start to say they missing you

[chorus]
sick of the bull sh-t, tryna get my own whip
strait up out the smoke sesh, scummy with my clothes ripped
fed lies, hard times in the struggle
getting high, i was barely getting by had to hustle
in my eyes see the trouble
nothing subtle when you drowning in the ocean but they thinking it’s a puddle

[outro]
give me luck, on my huffy tryna come up
in my city tryna battle dehydration in the summer
yeah i’m in the base model, i ain’t got the bose yet
bumping through the cadillac doors where the floors sit

some of you nice but you ain’t real, get off the mic
that’s on my life, i never had sh-t but this weed and i stay lighted up
(lighted up)
so get you’re lighters up and keep it stuck for hip hop
for hip hop
for hip hop
support your friends so they can’t never say they did pop

- the aj kid

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