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Yeah, yeah, this sound so rugged No bliss, no glam, just that low budget This sound so blunt, my own fam don't want it Print these low drums, man, I can't flow on 'em No worries, my man, I'm bout to go forward Soon as you said 'no thanks', I had a song for it I see fans sleepin', I see 'em see snoring So nine outta ten, I'm takin' weed, overboardin' Records ain't sellin', all the stores closin' Can't make a livin' 'less you on that row touring Fans singin' that the underground deserves explorin' Cast used to bring the heat, now they all dormit We don't drop enough, they want it more often It's too water down, they want it more potent It ain't strong enough, they want more dosage They want it uncut, I'll leave them overdosing I don't want it all, just a small portion Something cool with a view and a small office It ain't like I'mma really be there all that often Pro'ly get Colorado chasin' broads, snow boardin' While they Salt Lake ballin' like John Staten Record shoppin', breakin' brand with the cool Mormons I wanna look back and laugh at my own struggles Things I used to trip about don't even seem important Letras de cancionesSo till he get his, it's gon' be hard to stop him Even though he know it's more money, more pro'lems But for him it's really more money, more options Cause at least he can escape it all by goin' shoppin' But we don't drop enough, they want it more often It's too water down, they want it more potent It ain't strong enough, they want more dosage They want it uncut, I'll leave them overdosing From Letras Mania