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ryler smith - skywalker lyrics
[verse 1:]
operate
impossible but i can do it
flares of flames fl!cker blue spit
riding ’round in broken buicks
ain’t got plenty
n-gga ain’t got pennies
we got unchained, and we got no change
but if we made change, then we might change the world, ye
all the motion settles
smoke tabacco when the cold is out the kettle
we might lack the cope to code and crack the hope
and watch you choke on rap while we go paper chase
pulp fiction
in reality sad
like any visions turns out, huh?
and they claiming i’m a pessimistic person
but i think im realistic when the odds weak
they calling us outcasts
home at the bottom, yet they ain’t done with all of you
the system don’t hate you
they put you and pack you in drawers with all of you
ain’t got money, ain’t got hope n-gga
ain’t got money ain’t got hope nah
ain’t got money ain’t got ropes
in the harbor of a bank in a boat
gotta be criminal if they really have to
yuh, making money for their momma and they sister
for their brother and they little cousins
gotta make some money they can eat up
yea, that’s how it go
how it rock
one time independent on yo mic, check
two times, we dun rock it for yo pay debts
three times, indigo chillen who bring steps, uh. yea
[chorus:]
we holdin on’ till we die
we rile up on’ and we fight
we monopole and we rise
standin high with our pride
(x2)
[verse 2:]
i’m liquefied
dead inside, making digitals
yea
i’d raise up on these heavy tides, wasn’t
if i had to be criminal yea
it’s funny how the money check
make money for my sister cause my cousin dead
that’s true
spinning circles like an academic
been thinking ’bout the sh-t that we will never have
pulp fiction
yea, yea, yea
smoke my fiscal
break my back on missions
living affluential
with a bad pract-tioner who on crack
they been dip n dabbing
while we wip and sobbing
it’s so different sad and really whack
everybody talking bout their expectations
while they hissing flags that pitch black
i ain’t dissing jack
i’m talking jig n jazz
more like fifth, don’t brag or stay back
i play my disc impatiently
n sh-t be changing everybody chasing out they pack
making all they papers
strike a faithful radar
plantin’ all my ‘taters in plantation
we dun spin equators ’round the whole globe hater
we the truth in chasing our prey
n-gga we out
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