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core the ruler – braille lyrics

[verse]
boy i’m from the bottom and i’m still f-cking here
scratch and claw
built a lion heart over years
ma always working, hardly ever there
pops was a box, b-tch i love that cereal!
from a very early age i had to look in the mirror
cope with pains wipe away all them tears
who really give a f-ck? jus gone make it clear
the only fear in here is god and god ain’t nothin to fear
so i started hustlin serving dimes like a knick
either that or starve eating soda an chips
all these rappers turned trappers yall be making me sick
we fought to get out of conditions n-gga brag that they live
straight out the projects
never had a pot for the p-ss
or a window to pitch
so go wherever you whip
and reap wherever you slept
and follow up when he hit
never been on no boat
but i was raised by my peers
thats why its loyalty first, second, the third, to the fifth
i tilt and pour a lil liq for the folks who ain’t here
last of a dying breed before the raps we was real
and still its stamped in steel
no but ands or ifs
yea!

[chorus]
they won’t see me coming but gone feel it
thats braille!
“o heavenly father” now i gotta raise h-ll
they been praying on my downfall
get reign, all hail!
been through way to much bullsh-t for me to fail
i got a story to tell
all real no frills
all real no frills
all real no frills
all real no frills
all real no frills

[verse]
boy you at ya og, baby mama house, hollin bout how ya gettin mail
most my life i was by myself
making waves, never taught how to swim!
boy i’m from the bottom and i’m still f-cking here
went to college to escape but dug deeper in
lost love, found love, loans phone like friends
i was only 17 what the h-ll did you expect?
except
just another casualty of debt
back
at the same spot that i had left
or a desk
either way ya chompin at my bread
no wonder
this country use a bird as its reap
so when in rome
i f-ckin want it all irs
play me wrong?
prep for hard time, talking fed
far to long
these roadblocks been on top my trail
hating hoes
they rather gossip round ya than to help
but i’m strong!
tighten my belt, quiet as kept
sat on the shelf, chateau lafite
increase in wealth
stay on a mil trail
you on the trail mill breaking sweat
we got’em heated kin?
gone head make’em hot to death!

[outro]
they won’t see me coming but gone feel it
thats braille!
“o heavenly father” now i gotta raise h-ll
they been praying on my downfall
get reign, all hail!
been through way to much bullsh-t for me to fail
i got a story to tell
all real no frills
all real no frills
all real no frills
all real no frills
all real no frills

- core the ruler lyrics

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