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achill - the wire lyrics

[verse 1: achill]
even as a little boy i wanted to be so famous
sitting in my room late nights its outrageous
patience dedication determination
to be honest all i wana do is make it
they say the journey is the best part
i haven’t reached my goals but i’ve still came pretty far
every second i be working always rehearsing
tryna get known off my verses
i love life but i don’t see the point of it
so i spend my time just enjoying it
drink or smoke it doesn’t really matter
i’m hoping heavens just the party after
i’m dedicated to dreams they just haunt me
walking down hallways i feel taunted
and lately i been so exhausted
trying new things and people mocking

[verse 2: coop]
zipping it up i fill up my cup
i’m sipping it up slowing it down mixing a bunch
she giving it up only for me she ain’t giving a f-ck
picking a dutch breaking it down
eating some mac smoking on loud
she give me the look already aroused
told me head back to the room with a bottle
we gon’ drink until the sun comes up tomorrow
she say bottoms up drowning in the sorrow
take whatever you want you ain’t even got to borrow
mmmm thats my b-tch and yeah my b-tch bad
you only got a nickel so you flying in fifth cl-ss
ask me how i do it so fly i say sit back
then i roll that purp’ up good in a zig zag
f-cking like cl!ck clack
bob and weave like jib jab
living young like half life
thats how you be half
gotta praise god i just burn on his behalf
she told me kiss that -ss because all i do is see -ss and i’m gone

[verse 3: achill & coop]

[achill:]
yo coop tell me what you want to do

[coop:]
ima kick back spit some dope raps with my crew
looking for the v and you boys all crew
tell your momma that i’m bout to come through

[achill:]
i come close and you rappers are so far
verizon cellphone got me spitting some dope bars
working all the time got me feeling like mozart
middle finger up in the back of a cop car

[coop:]
and b-tches now think i’m a rockstar
roll a doobie up stuff a gram
yeah i think i’m uncle sam
then i eat an m&m startin to feel like a rap god
fill a cup i ain’t even turn the tap off

achill:
karate kid cause we wax on wax off
shooting for the stars jet pack on blast off
i’m the best don’t put up with trash talk
now throw your -ss back on the asphalt i can’t stop

- achill lyrics

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