Moracular World: accordi di
Mike G
Mike G
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Stampa

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Tonalità: C major
Verse 1
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First time I came up
I fucking went mad
Bought a bunch of shit that
I thought I had to have
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An irresponsible asshole
Listened to dad, nope
Verse 2
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Didn't think it was bad, so I did it
An arrogant derelict and didn't know
Cause I was on to better clothes
Then it went to more dough
Then it went to better hoes
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Then it went to bigger shows
Waiting to achieve those still
Just kept telling myself that I will
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But now I realize I had
a problem back then
Verse 3
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Waiting for lights, cameras,
zeroes, action
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Rhymes written on paper
with zero passion
All I really need is numbers,
couple zeroes after them
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Like damn, fuck friends, that's it
Give me a chain and a car,
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bitch I'm tryna get rich
And he tearing tracks up,
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so they call me Jack Rip
And you think you know Jack,
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but you don't know Jack shit
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Cause I'd rather it be stick up
Verse 4
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than stand down
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I ain't tryna go from hands
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up to handouts
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Funny how I went from
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stand up to stand out
Cause everything I was
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made me what I am now
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I'd rather it be stick up than stand down
I ain't tryna go from hands
up to handouts
Funny how I went from
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stand up to stand out
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Cause everything I was
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made me what I am now
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Third grade was fucked up,
Verse 5
but fourth grade I lucked up
Verse 6
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Found out that all the fat black
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girls were dumb sluts
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Fifth grade
Verse 7
was even worse,
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found my teacher had a purse
Stole her birth control and then
she had her second and her first
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Sixth grade came around,
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I was a punk on playing grounds
Until I threw a brick at Rick that
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cracked his skull and laid him out
So by the seventh grade I thought
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that I was hard as shit
Ran up on the little bus,
punched all the retarded kids
Granny got mad because my teacher
went and called the bitch
She threw away my 64 and broke
all of the cartridges
Verse 8
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Fucking cunt, now I can't do shit but watch
the partridges
And shoot at unsuspecting dogs to fix
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my sloppy marksmanship
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And don't be expecting me to
get all your dirty laundry did
I'll finish that the second that you tell
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me who my father is
Verse 9
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Grandma, what you doing with that
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fucking hockey stick?
Why you running towards me with
Verse 10
that devil grin? Stop it bitch!
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Cause I'd rather it be
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stick up than stand down
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I ain't tryna go from hands
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up to handouts
Funny how I went from stand
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up to stand out
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Cause everything I was made
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me what I am now
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I'd rather it be stick up than stand down
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I ain't tryna go from hand
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s up to handouts
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Funny how I went from stand up
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to stand out
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Cause everything I was made
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me what I am now
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Yo it's me against the world, eyes wide
Verse 11
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shut
Me, my nigga Vince, and five white sluts
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With a Klondike bar that we all might munch
At the blonde dyke bar with
a slut named Chuck
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And she don't give a fuck,
that's my demeanor
Verse 12
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If I'm ever posted with a lame,
there's a Glock between us
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Or at his grandmother's house
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with my cock between her
Or her mouth filled with homemade
carpet cleaner
Or call me roto- rooter,
better call the doc
And the neighbors they heard screams,
they 'bout to call the cops
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And now I have to stop
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Pull out the Johnny rocket
dashing down the block
Tryna figure where the fuck
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my socks went
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Duck behind the dumpster, thinking
they'll never find me
'Til I realize that's the same
Verse 13
place I put the body
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Fuck that,
snatch an old paraplegic's bus pass
I'll trim my mustache and blame
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it on my neighbor's drunk ass
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Then they took me into custody,
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thinking I'm gon' snitch
Like I ain't fuck that hoe,
and I ain't touch that bitch
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But I seen my nigga
Verse 14
Slick,
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that nigga was on his way out
He got enough guns
to engineer a break out
Verse 15
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Cause I'd rather it be
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stick up than stand down
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I ain't tryna go from hand
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s up to handouts
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Funny how I went from
stand up to stand out
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Cause everything I was made
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me what I am now
I'd rather it be stick up than stand down
I ain't tryna go from hands
up to handouts
Funny how I went from
stand up to stand out
Cause everything I was
made me what I am now

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