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letra de 7:09 am - tre'shon

[intro: tre’shon]
yeah

[verse 1: tre’shon]
early bird gets the worm that’s what i always heard
always been the type to learn b-tch i’m a f-cking nerd
in the lab creating like i’m dexter, n-gga
tryna’ build this b-tch up like hugh hefner, n-gga
i ain’t got time for the drama and the nonsense
i’m running late for success i’m ’bout to pop b-tch
i got the juice on my eps and 2pac shhh… (pac)
i know you smell what’s cooking like i was the rock bish, ayy
time to rise, open doors for all my guys
building tides connected by financial ties
ride this wave that i rose by picking at my mind
led by times where running through anchorage street was all of my life
in the dune, plotting to get the pie
conquering and divide even on different sides
still tryna’ get a slice
tryna change a couple lives
tryna’ write a couple wrongs and tryna’ make them all right
and i’m focused
making magic like it’s 93′ (n-gga)
hocus pocus
grinding on the low, going up ’til they notice
this is for the ones still sleep you can hold this (you can)
this is for the ones still sleep you can, ooh (still)
mama raised a man just by flexing with the muscle
brothers raised a hustler by showing my the hustle
i do this for my kids, nieces, nephews, ’cause i love ’em
making sure they never empty handed and got something

[verse 2: isaac melvin]
from a far side they doubt that i’m a smart guy
but then in my slip-ons is a far cry
me and my haters separated is the part-tide
i love with all my heart it seems a part died
i just needed more hours this love was part time
couldn’t even handle weight
20s on my featherweights
i’m good, got my pressure up i’m shining out we never wait
i open maps like where we going let’s say to a better place
i should’ve had my ‘ish together bags on bags forever chase
i had a place but not my sp-ce i’m sp-cing but at any rate
i want i need i plant a seed someday i’ll live my fantasy
don’t ask me who i do it for man, it’s not just the family
fire burning, fire breathing, passion could be damaging
look who grip the handles wait, if i can hold the camera straight
so glad i could motivate, lights action all these candid weights

- treshon

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