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bugus - 10,000 hours lyrics

something fine in my garcia vega
comin live from 10,000 hours later
ya my self belief is how i choose to get around life
and if you stayed down this is what it sounds like
stayed down with my homies got an awesome team
studio is looking like we bought a fog machine
got atlanta feeling like we in the netherlands
rap game veterans
only getting better, it’s
nothing i remember my bank was evisu jeans
i would squeeze each dollar til the eagle screams
i was born with super power only he could bring
i could read thru people i could see thru things
i’m not 17, i’m in the game now
i smoke thunderchief, blessings rain down
so when sh-t hit the fan i’m calm naturally
miracles only happen during a catastrophe
that’s when your heart grow cold like people in nova scotia
i was taking cold showers, sleeping on old sofas
tuckin the pain
n-gg- took a bus and a train, to bust in the game
i wouldn’t if there wasn’t no pain
i remember when i used to have my eyes on haley
now i know it’s real when you reach a milestone daily
i been a beat boomer, top rhymer
i remember when bugus got nada
now look up ya bugus got it poppin
russ still on the boards like dennis rodman
so much sh-t that i did for myself
got so many plaques bout to sit on a shelf
got so much sh-t i’m bout to drop on the chart
got so much sh-t i’m bout to drop on your hearts
i got so much sh-t i’m bout to drop on the world
got so much d-ck i’m bout to drop on ya girl

imma take em back i was still smoking reggie
10 years later diemon got it smokin heavy
f-ck the hurricane boy we went and broke a levy
used to throw shade now they only throw confetti
mac brought em now got em back at the telly
they showin love these were the same b-tches acting petty
late night love creepin don’t stop
we all got that one jenny from the block
and i gotta little latina regina finer than christina
anita i need her ’cause she a goddess like athena
i was probably last seen with avena
my mamacita with an apple b-m
so i just call her my la bonita
i be on the southside with my lil mama dreka
short thing brown skinned keeper
gotta love dreka
dreka got african features but yesterday
i met up with shanika at spelman
overwhelming
head so good i shoulda brought a helmet
hit the p-ssy good make the p-ssy sing
got her with her top down money ain’t a thing
and i don’t really give a sh-t if my mom hear the sh-t
’cause she gon benefit from the bomb that i spit
and i don’t give a sh-t if my dad hear the sh-t
’cause he gon probably catch like mad benefits
plus donte got me looking like a magazine cover
rolling weed up we got the whole magazine covered
and my pen goin nuts like cashews
anything i ink it’ll stick like tattoos
ya it’s about to be game o-v-e-r
on the beat so long need cpr
and i stay going in like vcr
i know real -ss music don’t need pr
need privacy can’t show all the things
no pic but i’m still scoring off the screen
some people despise work cuz they have no mission
some people their eyes work but they have no vision
gotta new peace of mind i can smoke to
i know everything happen when it’s supposed to
i do this sh-t forreal
this is how i pay my bills
10,000 hours laters it’s like i paid my sk!lls
i just went to the booth and i laid my ills
used to be a lil wild now everyday i chill
we use cut cl-ss and smoke weed like the off days
in high school we hid zips in the hallways
i’ve always been good with the math
a couple things stuck from science cl-ss
we all solid, we smoke gas
we love moving around with liquid cash
b-tch

and it’s only getting started
it’s about to be a motherf-cking problem
i got this sh-t on a f-cking lockup

- bugus lyrics

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