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I put the punch in the kick instead of punchin' the clock It's no wonder that this is timeless Nights spent sleepin' on the floor, need a bed or at least a cut Since his dreams started to find him The grind never stopped for the workin' class, fuck a Birkin bag I learned my colors, then I had to watch what color shirt I had Like a concierge, I showed the way of our concernin' past But everybody can't come alone, I've come to terms with that I ain't never been one to burn bridges, or a burner bag Ironic money turn a man into an island And a friend into a financial advisor Take a family and divide it, in America, the land of the tyrant Still with the same niggas, and that mean the women too The only thing change what I paid for the tennis shoe Like Eminem on the stage 'fore he blew, this is livin' proof Bad things come in threes, good things come in few Yeah, few All the feels we had to run from And he only wanted few things We went back to where we start from Not the only one All the feels we had to run from And he only wanted few things We went back to where we start from Not the only one Letras de canciones Niggas reppin' blocks like the taxi wars But the thing about turf is that it never actually grows I tried to focus on the sprouts like a grocery store But in the hood, shit don't always go how it's supposed to go So we adjusted like a tailor makin' alterations Altercations in our Austin neighborhood was all for paper Grew up thinkin' swear that it was all contagious how we all complacent I said "Fuck it, I'm all in" like I was off to Vegas The follow days I grew my dreads like I was part Jamaican Know the journey waitin' is a lonely one, they'll call him crazy Because believin' in yourself not often celebrated People projectin' a mirror image that is merely hatred The fear he faces is the same as me, appear adjacent All truth, you know I don't lie like Shakira shakin' Iridescent people show they colors, I assume they true Bad things come in threes, good things comin' soon Few All the feels we had to run from And he only wanted few things We went back to where we start from Not the only one All the feels we had to run from And he only wanted few things We went back to where we start from Not the only one From Letras Mania