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flow for pesos – represent lyrics

[intro]
represent, represent
represent, represent
represent, represent
represent, represent

[verse 1]
i keep a
gat close to the sack, blood on the tracks
i’m a moet sipper, vexed tipper, loose like a bomb ticker
my mind set on the game, ounces of caine
weighing down on my membrane, make a n-gga insane
the streets dwell into nighttime terror, dark as our future, our gun is the only lightbearer
no error, stressed like biggie in lax
dimmed lightposts, putting my aim to test, no rest
performance, the dormance makes my eyeball dance
too many weed in the system makes the crime hall trance
the hood won’t give you no chance if your sh-ll ain’t dense
don’t come to the oyster if the pearly gates ain’t in your plans
a bait, like cheese to the mice will get you taped
wired like a ghetto choir, singing songs of desire
forever blessed with the real n-gga scent
but a god’s gift never for free, got step it up and represent

[hook]
represent yo, represent
represent yo, represent
represent yo, represent
represent yo, represent

[verse 2]
but b, i do it for the culture, away from all these vultures
my motto, waddle off the bottle with bravado
loud n-ggas talking, a voice with no action
no direction, bound to wind up dead or in the section
and still i show affection, ghetto angels are gone
through me, their memories will live on, my word is bond
but when the police siren comes up, no words will be heard
like a sewer rat, true essence shows beneath the dirt
i’m strapped all day though, looking to get paid
plenty buyers in the street, i’ll just avoid the raid
and it’s said: to those who wait, good things will come
though i’m heating up the spoon, that motto just got me numb
mama, i struck the lotto and my buck ain’t bought a bottle
instead i went hitching with a decorated kitchen
i used to cook with the pot to make money for rent
though my hustle days are over, i’ll always be able to represent

[hook]

[verse 3]
and now we’re living all day, hoping to get laid
by the snooty girls with scholars and tickets to broadway play
slaves by the capitalist ways
but i’m just trying to stunt on bourgeoise with dreaded braids
thank for my day with a rapid pray
cause i don’t have much time, the night’s beggining to sway
away, lurking on corners with food trays
like a maitre’d, later g, get you blow til you on your knees
the back alleys were always the death’s valley
no end road, ghetto poet overcomed the payroll
was a lost youngin’ til i found my soul
like my first time with an o, didn’t know what way to hold
the world shuns on the gutter, but we’re no different
than the kids in the suburbs that rap they trying to listen
so let me rep the kids that don’t wanna descent
into falling, the glory, is what i’m here to f-cking represent

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