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letra de grateful - z (of firing squad)

[intro: z]
hey z, mr. f-ck you
you’re wanted in studio z
if anybody don’t like this album, or maybe you’re just simply offended by this album, or maybe you just don’t like me
i know what it is, you don’t like the f-cking wheelchair, that’s what it is
f-ck you
i don’t gotta prove sh-t to n0body
so now i’m like f-ck you

[verse 1: z]
i just drink for an excuse to f-ck up basically
everybody love me, i decided they, hate me
i mean it’s easier that way cause they can fail to embrace me
i’m been pushing motherf-ckers out my orbital lately
guess i’m scared to never make it dude
doesn’t mean that it phase me
my kids is looking at me anxious to see this money i’m making
know i shouldn’t let it break me but my structure is shaking
i’m trynna pave a better way, but these drugs is gon’ save me

[bridge: z]
i’m gon’ hustle
momma wanted better for her baby
but i hustle like i’m grateful for her
i’m putting bundles in the backpack
state lines made it back
i’m thankful for it
[verse 2: z]
know my kids deserve better but i’m hustling for it
and they mama, she working overtime since we was in moses
so i’m murdering stages, burning faces, z is in motion
i pull the blunts that’ll flame and jolt and i came to sever opponents
but i still hustle
i’m over drugs in my duffel
i’m on the stage talking flames and then i’m back trynna bubble
a born flipper, give me zippers and i’m cashing out bundles
and tell my b-tch i got a mister, keep her ass outta trouble

[bridge: z]
aye
i’mma pray for yo baby, i’m troubled
i just wanna hustle, we might split a main course
i got 20 years stuffed in my duffel
one show so i must go but what do i get paid for it?

[chorus: z]
i don’t ever get a chance to put my feet up
that’s why i’m grateful for this re-up
cause i don’t ever get a chance to put my feet up
that’s why i’m grateful for this re-up
that’s why i’m grateful for this re-up

[verse 3: z]
aye
jump in the booth press this merch then breaking down these ozs
argue with my b-tch then f-ck her doggy until she sorry
see gorillas sparking
feed it old-school like atari
shouldn’t minimize my barking but my mental throwing parties
i’ve been surfing through this solar system overworking bars
z is greeting earthlings
rubbing shoulders with ’em
galactus eating starbies
find me on my planet pushing hammer to these bar fiends
i’ve been famished until i manage to pull a triple off this charge read
[outro]
what’s good?
z

- z of firing squad

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