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letra de get up - zoulo

[verse 1]

i trying to pluck the guitar but the string sounds wrong
then i try to write some lyrics and make a song
slowly try it even there’s no one teach, i can get along
from 0 to 100, get better to dope from a numb
spitting like a beast, and i’m from the east coast
living here from a kid to a dope person
always see live shows on the tv and i saw the crowd
used to dream it when i’m kid, now i’m on the way to spit it loud
when my life full with scratch, i try to write ’bout feelings
and think ’bout my empty life, it’s the time to feel it
ain’t just take it as a hobby, i take it as a career
slowly stepping up the stairs and getting more serious
doing for love, getting better writing lyrics
thanks to the fans, you’re the one who inspired me
when you say my sh-t’s dope, i feel so blessed
and the hates the haters spit, i take it as an advice to improve me

[chorus]
i’m doing this all the time
like i’m struggling to get what should be mine
started from blank like there’s nothing’s in my pocket
now, what i struggle from i start, start showing that i got it
so, when i got it should be fine
and i start to showing that i’m not blind
and now i’m getting up, get up, get up, oh, get up
even there’s smoke that try to make me fades off

[verse 2]
slow down the beat, get ready for part 2
haters getting jealous for the thing they don’t have
so, be proud of yourself for having advantages from them
keep hustling, homie. do it till a grand
you gotta be a beef on the grill
get burnt on the grill while my pocket full of mill
bet you can’t beat me ’cause i’m the best and you are ill
’bout to leave you suffer alone and leave you back without a guilt
it’s not about flow, but lyrics delivery
don’t just pick the words that rhyme but you don’t know what the f-ck the line really mean
i’m not being a mean person
but, please check your sh-t before you start recording
f-cking shame on you ’cause i’m naturally explicit
you don’t f-cking any rights to complain my lyrics
ain’t use your brain to think or your mouth to spit
so, shut your mouth from saying things that i don’t need

[verse 3]
okay, you can hear the flow goes fast
still improving my sh-t even it’s f-cking hard
even it’s hard, i trynna play this sh-t cool
and now i’m doper even don’t learn it at school
they say i’m too young to get in the industry
well, actually. i feel like i lived twice even i’m 16
started from 15, writing lyrics since 14
had dream about all this before i’m 13
they said my flow is a gift, don’t use the same flow when i spit
i don’t think my flow is a gift, ’cause i take it as a blessing
can give any hearing to a deaf, can give intelligence to a numb
i’m from kuantan, stepping up to the top of the wall
i’m busy arranging my life to see the better days in different way
while they busy think ’bout love and get famous it’s kids nowadays
i’m stepping out from my immature mind and get more elder
and f-ck this overthinking mind, well let’s hear it goes faster
hip-hop heads start playing fre$h all the time and is it a crime? no, this is an art
street poetry, i start from f-cking underground dreaming to get on the ground
and get to the cloud and get to the top. 20 bars spitted and it drops like bomb
and vanishes all the copycat rappers and they drop like the burnt cannabis to the bottom of the bong

- zoulo

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