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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wilderson Madeus
Songwriter
歌詞
Chours
Looking at this up hill battle
I will never ever rattle
Born with God's
Mother father
I thank Jesus for what he did
Now I'm hustling I'll never be late
Going so hard like kanye
Verse 1
You know I never thought
This could be me
Under some trees
While the wind blows
Going hard for my folks
Born poor
They Never wanted me to sore
Now up I'm high
No smoke on sky
No falling down
Can't do it right now
Open my eyes
All I see is money
Back home
My people very hungrey
It's lonely at the top
You your own competition
Who missing who winning
My crew winning
No sinning
God showed me
And I went got it
Chorus
Verse 2
Never be tired young boy
On the grind young boy
Open yours eyes young boy
Just pray young boy
God here homeboy
Never late homeboy
I know you a homeboy
Time to spread them wings now
Get the money now x2
That's what's God said
When he whispered in my ear
He is like I care
But life's not fair x2
They give innocent the chair
So keep your faith when your stare
At the crooked very common
You and them nothings in common
Keep your distance
In this race
We were born to chase
After the green amreyay x2
Written by: Wilderson Madeus