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Nasty C

Poetry

 

Poetry

(álbum: Zulu - 2020)


When in the country, T.I.'s looking forward to
Listening to what South Africans musicians have to offer
You worked with some of the biggest names in the business
What do you look for in that artist?
Individuality
I look for them to be themselves

To pay the price of life, tryna get what I think is owed to me
For that price there are no receipts
But I do so, so boderly
The story of how I came up and what I grow to be, is poetry
Yeah
I pray we don't go stacking up on anymore condolences
Pray for all the souls at seas
Shading on the stolen trees
Everybody showing cheese
And we all rocking gold, it's hard to tell who got the golden key
I hope that they know it's me

Ain't no holding me back, ain't no holding me down
Ain't nothing else to do but to knee since they stomped my feet now
To all my dawgs that came from nothin, up here living sweet now
Let that be wild, we never have to close our eyes to see God
Kiss your mom and thank God
Say my momma "You okay now"
RIP to Ivy, I'ma rep like it's my day job
Somehow you taught me not to keep my face down
Crying about what I ain't got and look at what I done made now
Yeah

To pay the price of life, tryna get what I think is owed to me
For that price there are no receipts
But I do so, so boderly
The tale of how I came up and what I grow to be, is poetry
Ooh, ooh-ooh
I pray we don't go stacking up on anymore condolences
Pray for all the souls in seas
Shading on the stolen trees
Everybody showing cheese
And we all rocking gold, it's hard to tell who got the golden key
I hope that they know it's me

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