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djpalos - hop off my seat كلمات أغنية

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don’t ever disrespect me, you can bet, we outside wit smoke in da air
still saving change in an empty water jug, still roll weed like we don’t care
we mind our business ‘round here, we don’t stare
so if you ain’t from here, don’t come here, that’s not a dare

verse 1

i’m the type to roll up loud at the liquor store, owner knows my name
tells me to pay him later, he knows i’m good for it, that’s game
n_ggas outside trying to sell delta 9 like, “you need this sh_t”
i’m like, “that’s funny, the sh_t i grow got fat, dense nuggies legit”

whole crew outside, looking like a union work break
talk tough online, i bet, in person they pump brakes
where i’m from it’s always construction season
weed be so loud for no d_mn reason

clocked out, still smell like that cresco odor
got terps on my gloves and a chip on my shoulder
ain’t rich yet, you can’t tell how i walk
but when i finally do get the bag, i’ll be careful not to talk

verse 2
every blunt rolled stuffed with overtime pay
got the grow tent glowed up, 18 hours a day
where i’m from, trains scream louder than moms
and the cops got aim like them charlie’s in nam

i turn my pain into pressure, then i pressure the beats
until my sh_t bumps harder than crack in the streets
i’m chill but please don’t light that fuse
or they’ll be reporting about you, in the evening news

you hear me talk about cresco, cuz that’s the hustle
now i’m bubblin off my passion while i work the muscle
illinois raised, midwest cold
still spittin facts while the blunts get rolled

verse 3

back road short cut, cruisin down brandon and sh_t
some dreams get smoked, same time we lit
don’t drink, so i puff for the homies who gone
then spark another just to keep me calm

pay stubs digital, but the bills still fold
been working for self since 20 years old
i don’t preach, i speak on what i know
from sh_t jobs, late shifts, to ridin the bus
these rappers sound rich, but their pockets look flat
i’ve seen more profit off of credit card hack
i’m pharrell, how i’m “grinding” with a poet’s tongue
planted wisdom in cocos, now the harvest comes

ain’t no luck here, it’s written in stars
without setbacks, i’ve learned, there can be no comeback
so hop out my seat like you sat on a thumbtack

- djpalos

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