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ruckshiit, p. tella & ban rody - fuck you كلمات أغنية

[intro: lil sebastian & ban rody]
yeah… this ain’t for the weak_hearted
nah. this for everybody who doubted
it’s 2012, and we ain’t playin’ nice no more

[verse 1: ban rody]
yo, i woke up this mornin’, sun in my face
still got that hunger, no time for the chase
of approval, nah, i’m chasin’ these bands
while y’all stuck in the past, with your empty hands
used to whisper behind backs, now they frontin’ on me
see the chain glistenin’, suddenly they wanna be
part of the movement, the grind, the whole d_mn wave
but where were you, dawg, when i was diggin’ my grave
out of nothing? nah, i remember the cold nights
felt like everybody dimmin’ my lights
but i shone brighter, took the struggle and flipped it
turned every hater’s curse into a lyrical clip, hit after hit

[chorus: p. tella & ban rody]
f_ck you, and the whole clique you claim!
f_ck you, we ain’t playin’ these games!
f_ck you, for the doubt and the hate!
we just stackin’ this paper, sealin’ our fate!
f_ck you, if you ain’t with the vision!
f_ck you, for the constant derision!
f_ck you, we on top, no apologies, yeah
tell ’em again, tell ’em loud, sebastian, can you hear?
[verse 2: lil sebastian]
used to laugh in my face, call my dreams audacious
now they hit my line, “yo, can you get me gratis?”
nah, fam, the tab’s closed, the doors are all shut
while i’m makin’ moves, stackin’ bread, what the f_ck?
you thought i’d crumble, thought i’d fall on my face
but i rose from the ashes, picked up the pace
now the flow’s so sick, it needs a d_mn prescription
every line a truth bomb, ain’t no fiction
they watchin’ my every step, hopin’ i slip
but my hustle’s too strong, never lose my grip
on reality, on my goals, on this paper trail
while you stuck in neutral, watchin’ me prevail

[bridge: ban rody]
f_ck it
f_ck it
f_ck it
run it

- ruckshiit p tella ban rody

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