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letra de gotta work hard (remix) - the lord (rapper)

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gotta speed up
before you slow down
gotta make some noise
so they tell you to quiet down

gotta work hard
before you work less
gotta learn more
so you can learn less

if i knew, now
what i knew, then
i would be the best
passing any test
i would be winning any deck
getting out of any mess
use my big head
[inaudible] many [inaudible]

[inaudible] mini bed
instead of going
through the feds
i would get ahead

class is never what
it seems to be to me
it seems to be more
than just a dream to me

so i’m just sitting smitten
spitting these compositions
that ain’t written
trying to get a [inaudible]

why i’m thinking [inaudible]
got me [inaudible] kicking
thinking of commission
reason why i got you just to listen

got me banging pots and pans
up in the kitchen
got me thinking
doing dishes
just another composition put together
but no haters being mentioned

i put every track together
picture perfect
so i know there’s nothing
[inaudible] or missing

close my eyes and
look up in the sky
and watch my soul rise
so surprised, when i die

please don’t let
my skin fry
would you please
just bury me outside

if i asked for a chance
would you give me one
would you give me two
would you work with me

if i worked with you
or would you go against me
‘cause it’s hard for you
and easy for me to succeed
gotta speed up
before you slow down
gotta make some noise
so they tell you to quiet down

gotta work hard
before you work less
gotta learn more
so you can learn less

if i knew now
what i knew then
i would be the best
passing any test

i would be winning any deck
getting out of any mess
use my big head
[inaudible] many

[inaudible] mini bed
instead of going
through the feds
i would get ahead

getting out of any mess
know some kiddy boys
selling them ummm…
out of a pez

flow is candy
i ain’t chomping dispensary edibles
hit the spl-ffy
i receive it
then i own it
like terrells

know some n-ggas who be dissing my flow
but buss my rhymes
i buss shots
call me lord columbine

they be, “deme, where you at?”
no handle, i handle mine
i plan out all my goals
i’m more private than the grove

hit the spliffy
then i hit up my corbano
feeling spiffy in the vippy
with clara, mo, and (mo, and)

i don’t see no competition
i redact them back to blacc
if he whine, i did a good job
aim to make it clap (clap!)

i don’t want to say goodbye to ya
i knew ya
i don’t want to put tears in eyes
but we’re through, yah (baby, we’re through)

gotta speed up
before you slow down
gotta make some noise
so they tell you to quiet down

gotta work hard
before you work less
gotta learn more
so you can learn less

if i knew now what i knew then
i would be the best
passing any test
i would be winning any deck
getting out of any mess

use my big head
[inaudible] many head
[inaudible] mini bed
instead of going through the feds
i would get ahead

- the lord rapper

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