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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Eze
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Sainmelfort
Songwriter
Othello Kwaidah
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
othellobeats
Producer
Στίχοι
I come from the bottom
I don't know a soul that made it out
Tryna be the first one
In the bean to make it out
Ain't talking 'bout Young Dolph
When I said I'm on a paper route
I wanted so much money
A machine was here to make it count
I said fuck getting dip
'Cuz I needed stu time
I was on a new grind
Future looking dim
And I needed new shine
Y'all can see I'm making moves
Even if a dude's blind
Killing all these beats
Like I did a new crime
Getting it in with all my brothers I knew way back
Wishing again that I can get them better days back
When the only thing spinning
Was our hair where your waves at
Only thing getting all peeled back was a wave cap
Now every day there's a chance I won't make it home
My sister calls there's a chance I won't pick up my phone
In the hood it's get the mic or you get the chrome
I picked the mic to rap about my life
I'm so sick of struggling
My sisters in tears
So done with wishing
My mom was still here
I'm so sick of hearing
My music won't blow
But watch when I get on the radio
Gotta check my answering machine
Got a couple missed calls
Couple bitches texting me
Yeah, the same ones that broke my heart
And I know it makes no sense
They heard I'm balling like I'm John Wall
Gotta pass on you like a three from Pau Gasol
I was broke, bitches thought I was a joke
Now the sound of my voice
Make all their panties soak
I do it for my brothers
And I do it for my folks
Free Malik and Robert
If you know me then you know
And Corona cannot stop me
I'm the illest on my soul
My niggas really gangsta
They be gripping on that pole
Your name ain't ringing bells
You ain't getting any pull
Bitch my name be ringing bells
Say Mike Eze and they know
I'm so sick of struggling
My sisters in tears
So done with wishing
My mom was still here
I'm so sick of hearing
My music won't blow
But watch when I get on the radio
I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
So done with wishin', you were still here
Said, I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
Writer(s): Michael Sainmelfort, Othello Kwaidah
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