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apollo breck - live for lyrics

[blast holiday]

better make sure that scale say what i paid
money was my math so streets was my cl-ss for days (5-9)
cl!cked up would get paid, put bucks first
robbing corner stores, in front of pastor porter’s church
rest in peace jerry duckworth
wrestling in these streets, idolizing what these bucks worth
9-to-5 me never, 59 sounds better
scribbling h-lla jail letters to all my broeys stretched out
down with o-p-p but better not never call me treach pal
got it for a low cause he’s copping from the mex now
half-backs and 80’s slab, babies with a 80’s swag
food stamps and welfare, it’s sort of like a h-ll here
bang ice city where it’s never hot as h-ll here
no hider no liar n-gga, still here
cause this a voice for the po’ folks
ice city sliding, head-first in the snow slopes

(hook 2x)

when i was younger, i used to didn’t give a f-ck
but as i got older i earned too much to live for
i gotta feed my family and raise my kids up
i ain’t tryna end up in the grave or the pen stuck (no thank you)

[hd]

as i matured, i earned too much to live for
my days consist of more than just the island liquor store (trappin)
my broey got a lash, tryna l!ck a store
i got two choices: go home or get the sauer (sig)
rick flair, i’m a figure-four pourer
right hand on the heart, h a young soldier
perceive wisdom like skywalker got from yoda
they told me what don’t k!ll me, only make me stronger
so i’m grittin’, stomach growling with a deep hunger
slide then you might have to do a number
vacation, you just might miss a summer (free niño)
bunking, all the knocks in the hood know his number (hit my line)
i can’t come home to lae-lae empty handed (lae-lae daddy got you)
so i’m pulling home invasions, creeping like a bandit (smack smack)
vandalism is my life in writing
in my hood, n-ggas never had a reason for dying, it get trife…

(hook 2x)

[lil rod]

white boy gun in peace
made man, 61-i muhf-ckin beast
prolly ain’t the right thing to say, but i love the streets
it turned me on to sh-t cl-ssrooms couldn’t teach me
chicken chasing, could never call me broke man
seen my first stack and fell in love with the rubberbands
dta, never put my trust in no man
the only faith i got is this 40 in my right hand (smack smack)
smack smack shoot em up and we coming to lash em out
buy the neck out because we stacking bricks for the drought (syrup)
rock with heavy metal, rock star call me smash mouth
don’t throw stones if you live in a gl-ss house
24 carats on these gold slugs in my mouth
v-10 coupe, watch me bounce in and smash out
back then when i was young i didn’t give a f-ck
ran the six with the four-nick tearing sh-t up, thank you

(hook 2x)

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