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chris truent - penny lyrics

if i only had one more song
i’m hoping to spit a quote
in tune with the holy ghost
stream of conscious from the pope
the feeling is deeper than y’all can go
f-ck your surface level flows
it’s all b-tches and hoes
and kneading the dough
know you heard it all before
this deeper than sub zero
i’m feelin’ good in my soul word to nina simone
heard you reap what you sew
so you should prolly reap what you want
x’s and o’s
rhyme book is like a playbook
on the podium cause they quoting him
going for gold
la in me, that’s some purple and gold
influencing the flow
plus the mecca new york
a book on tape, when the record is told
its worth the wait, when you align wit ya soul
p-wns move forward
the king is still laying low
turn an 1/8 to a quarter
worth it’s weight
there’s a lot up on my plate like i’m bench pressing
no quarter, it’s goin’ down like a led zeppelin
over the hills and far away
i’m the one penny hardaway
penny for my thoughts
this rap sh-t is a part of me
flowin’ thru my arteries
an artist whose paint backflips
on the canvas
jimi hendrix on stage with a headband drippin’ with acid
i’m that lit
been at it for years
outgrew all my peers
i’m gettin’ my masters
success is past fear
y’all sound like last year
no sound bite rap here
been on soundcloud since 2012
the world was ‘sposed to end
according to mayans
is we living in h-ll then?
heart bleeding thru my pen
problems we can’t solve
we focused on our ends
monumental the goals
i’m watching the world spin
kick it so intricate
read em and weep, but you illiterate
i’m maya angelou with the penmanship
so poetic, it’s
the god author
spark ganja
the pen proper
king author
off that mary jane like the spin doctors
when he off the…sh-t

villain, word to the mixtape
alb-m plastic, release date
give it free for the cheapskates
need fetti like a sweepstakes
gotta gotta get his head straight
droppin’ any dead weight
poppin’ like he front page
pop a collar like ‘04 kanye
the top dolla’
the raw product
for your airwaves
bout to crash the market like ‘08 real estate
and renovate
renegade like em and jay
penetrate the heart of the m-sses
keep moving forward even without the artist advances
tryna get article write ups
that’s blowin’ star side up
thank the lord i’m a fighter
i was born as a writer
(i was born as a writer)
i don’t do the talking let the music speak
turn my levels up and let the record peak
nothin is overnight except for dreams
every time i rise it’s happening
i been tryna tell em on the beats
i swap the beef for the green, yeah i’m eating better
and all i get is w’s
women weed and weather
the feelin’, there’s nothin better
i swear its forever
ima need the roi on time i invested

- chris truent lyrics

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