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creatia - first attempt lyrics

so this is my first attempt
i haven’t a clue where to start but it seems the most dearest to my heart
just need to gain control of the rhythm and the flow, lets see how it goes..

this life i possess has had nothing but stress! never had sh-t to ca-ress
its time to get my self a job and stop going out on the rob! stop living my
life like some motherf-cking slob!

i need to get my self rich, get my self a beautiful b-tch!
get out of this financial ditch, life feels like a call of duty glitch
around here you get nothing but a snitch!

due to all the madness and sadness i was going deranged, i’d become
estranged, its time to get sh-t rearranged…

in the past i’d built up this amount of hatred, eventually it struck me down
and radiated! since then certain people had been eliminated, discriminated
imitated, iv’e become illuminated

need to make my self some cash, could sell some pot or hash
these days you gotta be careful where you put your stash
people will wanna sn-tch it… just like kim kardashians -ss!

now i know i’m getting good cause ill be the one at the top of my hood…
around here you can’t trust no blood, i possess this power that will get me
through the hour, anyone f-cks with me ill be ready to devour.. oh yeah
i can be sour!

its my turn to play, ill make this rap last as long as an essay, i’m gunna be
the one sit in this throne as i rap through this microphone, wanna record me
on your cell phone… one day i’ll be viral! gain high alt-tude, lat-tude and
longitude so i suggest you watch your att-tude and don’t be rude!
or i’ll have you drown in this oil of crude! i’ll kick you in your throat, ill begin
to heard you like a goat, take you some place that’s remote..
they’ll be no one you can invoke, ill make your life broke..
around here people would stand by, watch you die if you began
to choke, so they can take the last line of your gram of c0ke

everyone is out to full fill there own need, for there own greed…
where i come from you’d get robbed for your last joint of weed!

- creatia lyrics

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