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austin sour - the finals lyrics

[intro]
yeah
know what the f+ck going on
sour!

{verse 1]
look
im busy rapping for dollars
they beat up on you
if i double up the numbers
they promise to sweep the corners
i know cookers like booker
my son sleep in the sauna (lets get it)
you dont wanna see whats under that bed
like lil’ monsters
i was part shy stepping in
then it made sense (it did)
i was court side legend sh+t
jellybean off the bench (kobe)
nothing cool bout’ a loose screw
hammers hit like a wrench
you ain’t seen five until you seen ten
do it again (lets go)
how you beat poor?
grinding
sour e one’s finest (yeah)
know they seen boy shining
but i need more diamonds
i make 33 grams look like larry bird jumper (swish)
everyone of them gon hit
and everyone gon’ know them numbers look
(check the stats)
[bridge]
i paper chase you n+ggas jogging in place
i miss the finals one time
how the f+ck i ain’t the greatest
(how the f+ck i ain’t the greatest)
listen
i paper chase you n+ggas jogging in place
i miss the finals one time
how the f+ck i ain’t the greatest (look)

[verse 2]
i f+ck around and knock these n+ggas off
they start playing with us
limit on them drugs
if you hang with us its dangerous
i need you in that lobby
when they come down just flame it up
(just take em’ out)
i could turn a water
to a quarter krill of angel dust (what you need)
looking through my rear view
i pray they never say its us (i pray)
everyday we feel a rush
my lady couldn’t feel the love (bendicion)
blood, sweat and tears
when you building bring mercedes trucks
supreme skate decks just to flip
when the paper up
a problem now imagine when the money catch up (yeah)
you must’ve forget we the reason for them cameras (thats us)
i got college hoes f+ckin’
they appreciate the grammar
got a fetish for my lingo
and the way i set the standard (i know)
told my youngin’ act like thor
and wrap that handle round’ the hammer
dont need no other answers
project n+gga naycha stamped us
i was trappin’ round’ the campus
turned my campus to the jects
everything i took for us
they gon’ never get it back
(sour)
[bridge]
i paper chase you n+ggas jogging in place
i miss the finals one time
how the f+ck i ain’t the greatest
listen
i paper chase you n+ggas jogging in place
i miss the finals one time
how the f+ck i ain’t the greatest

- austin sour lyrics

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