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class_sick - life's a beauty كلمات الأغنية

verse one:
i watch snakes turning back on people that they once called family
lost some greats inside this game. who never satisfy financially
the streets don’t know what’s love, so we can’t show you what’s humanity
paranoia in the blood, poisoning your sanity

don’t think you finna jump in a dirty game and come out with clean linen
it don’t work like that

know the tribe that’s on a quest and come midnight they marauders
they say midwives sn_tching toddlers, folding cheese
yeah, that’s ricotta. you get squeezed, tu dice nada
so_called g’s turn to piatas. if the devil wearing prada
linе of nine, simba nala. symbiosis for the product
sick of hoping if god got us. windows broken whеre a shot struck
is it coping to find solace
in the alleyways where we seen junkies overdose
they toasting champagne for the breakfast, then will k!ll you over toast
same homies you think close, won’t hesitate to pick and roll
praying for your downfall, then come back to strip your soul

hook:
even though life is a beauty, can’t always trust who you befriend
if the visions don’t align, ain’t no energy to be spent
when the trap house forms a line, it’s even harder being content
you heard that old cliche, it don’t make dollars, it don’t make sense
verse two:
bloodstains on the curb, where a kid was shot last weekend
caught up in the drive_by, mama lost her nerve, she tweaking
government deceiving, and the funds that we receiving
why we snacking, never eating, and they wonder why we scheming
hard to trust a system whose only interest is prison
my brother been locked for five years, still waiting to hear his sentence
ogs submit to their addiction, youngins die for recognition
could’ve been me both times before i realized i was gifted
post at the bodega, don’t ask questions ’bout no favors
stash inside the trash can, nod your head to nosy neighbors
owners call police, unless the fiends gon’ spend some paper
yeah, i heard that song from jay_z, this ain’t for the entertainers
feel like i was chosen to build wealth for generations
one foot in the streets will make you tired, loosing patience
but i can’t divorce the game right now, so it’s just separation
represent every last homie who ain’t seen me make it

- class_sick

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