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dot cromwell – 36 hrs. lyrics

verse 1:

sh-t/
pistols and b-tches/
you pretty when it’s war rocking trenches in the trenches/
who else you know could hit like everything on his wishlist?/
living out loud they hit my hip with 40 st-tches/
i’mma be a millionaire/
a mil-lio-naire/
i got mereb, i got jordi, got ilia here/
my n-gga chiefy still here as consigliere/
i came from philly/
system plotted on deading me there/

chorus:

but hold up, i got more to say/
bag up my life to get this pay/
i ain’t sleeping, i’m squeezing 36 hours in a day/
my week a month/
my month a year/
my year a decade on the real/
my life a movie/
hating n-ggas tried to edit up my reel/

verse 2:

look, you a character you should stick to your plot/
some n-ggas tried to improv, we got them a plot/
my brodie said, all his life he wanted a block/
he got one/
on a tier where no tears drop/
d-mn, hold up/
i got more to say/
bag up my life and get this pay/
i ain’t sleeping, i’m squeezing 36 hours in a day/
we had dealers on commission/
now it’s vendors on commission/
same struggle different hustle/
n-ggas still up in the kitchen/
n-ggas tried to cuz or bro me/
you don’t know me sh-t is different/
over here, over here/
can’t afford to pay attention/
to you lames/
i’m switching lanes/
my sh-t is flames/
i look around, i’m really me/
this sh-ts insane/
she’s on my top/
it’s nothing new/
fake humble/
act surprised like it’s out the blueeeee/
face watch/
thots box n-ggas in the paintttt/
the city red/
sinners, sinners make the best saints/
ain’t no debate/

chorus:

wait, i got more to say/
bag up my life it’s more to pay/
i ain’t sleeping, i’m squeezing 36 hours in a day/
my week a month/
my month a year/
a year a decade on the real/
my life a movie/
hating n-ggas tried to edit up my reel/

verse 3:

ill/
that’s electric fields/
i shock’em it’s nothing/
i’m not with the fronting/
you frauding you drawn/
but far from banksy/
basqi/
n-ggas got me chopped/
like auto body shops/
this ain’t “out of body” dot/
this a hundred bars take your top/
watch the body drop/
show up to your wake/
hug your mom and do the eulogy/
i’m disregarding life in anybody that ain’t cool with me/
what side the fence you really on?/
i’m living like i’m really on/
i’m feeling like a been a don/
you feel like pablo, i’m feeling like me/
you too trendy/
thats sh-ts iffy/
it won’t last tho/
ya’ll all wavy, but waves crash tho/
don’t mind me/
i’m just an -ssh0l-, i’m living life fast tho/
we’ll never be this young again/
women, yea we runn’em in/
pull all nighters n-ggas is running from the sun again/
p-ssport dot stamping my book up/
new faces need something moment i look up/
got the planet on back, still doing push ups/
they wonder why i’m lit, burning the kush up/
i told you i got more to say/
bagging life to get this pay/
f-ck sleeping, we squeezing 36 hours in a day/

- dot cromwell lyrics

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