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2-hye feat. major james – climbing out the trenches lyrics

they said listen to the radio and stay up to date,
i told them find me one main stay that’s still got weight,
and i ain’t talking about these dummies that these kids immitate,
cuz my homemade flavor will sh-t on that minute made.
hip-hop went corporate so it can’t discriminate,
these r-t-rded motherf-ckers who want to partic-p-te.
but it don’t aggrivate me as much as you want to hate,
the way i seperate from your phoniness at the gate.
i stay positive even though sometimes i feel the opposite,
emotions in a sh-ll couldn’t tell or even offer it.
drama starts drame ends, use common sense,
you bring the proper ends, i’ll show you proper friends.
why waste time crying yourself a puddle,
when the world we live in ain’t the kind you can cuddle.
whatever though, i don’t need a sp-ce shuttle,
to see the bright light at the end of the tunnel, (cuz i’m…)

i’m climbing out the trenches yeah, i’m climbing out the trenches yeah,
i’m climbing out the trenches and i’m headed to the top, to the top, hey!
i’m climbing out the trenches yeah, i’m climbing out the trenches yeah,
i’m climbing out the trenches and i’m headed to the top, to the top!

i’ve been so strong for so long,
so your so wrong for saying the hopes gone,
even though i smoke bongs and get offered to poke thongs,
i took it to the next level like the way i wrote songs.
keep my lyrics out your mouth unless you say it with me,
show me some real f-cking love and quit playing with me,
the first day i slapped a snitch was the day it hit me,
to never ever be some b-tch that gets paid in pity.
if you’re not my mom, if you’re not my dad,
and if you’re not god, then you can do your math.
you better close your mouth, before you wish you had,
before my boy designed your burial on autocad.
f-cking with me, you’re f-cking with me get out,
you smell fishier than your girl’s legs you spread out,
i’ll take your head out before you head out,
barbeque your body, crack beers and pull the bread out. (anoush)

street lyrics drive me free spirit,
i let them hear it and then i make an appearance, like,
take the money cuz making it is a hobby,
lyrically couldn’t rob me, so slow and sloppy.
beat you like khadafi, appetizing my posse,
you’re f-cking finger food on a dinner table across me.
i heard a little something from mister bill cosby,
f-ck words for the wise, stupid needs a copy.
so here you go, eat it like a cheerio,
you’ve been inferior to worldy material,
i’m here to carry you with a naval carrier,
and if you die on me i’ma dig a hole and bury you.
and this is for the grinders,
my got to have it finders,
my trustworthy cosigners,
always backed up with the troops behind us.

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- 2 hye feat major james lyrics

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