genuardi – apt. 8 lyrics
[verse 1]
bills are stackin’ up mail is bout to overflow
the month is wrapping up and i got sh-t to show
land-lady gave a chance now it’s i told you so
it’s hard staying afloat when dreams are stranded on a broken boat
im on a mission leaving venues in submission
when tell you this is life, i could swear it on my future children
false idols take advantage of a system where the rich are really poor and the poor are rich with wisdom
but livin’ broke ain’t livin’ just a slave inside a prison
trying to make a f-ckin’ dollar should not be my only mission
feed the kids give em knowledge in the brain
so when they get to be my age they don’t do the the same
im trying to spark a change, yea
fire’s in my veins, yea
blood boils bleeding burning all thats in my way
mayweather in the cage i’m ghandi in the mind
but if i don’t get the f-ck up out this spot i’m finna die
[verse 2]
living in pico union been a resident a couple years
couple years? sh-t, its been another year?
homies, mother, father, uncles, grandma, sister, wonder if i’ll make it
but i’ve always been too stubborn if i want it then i take it
but my, patience been running out
feel like i’m just running round
looking for a vice to fill the void but nothings coming round
trying to get the guts to use my voice but nothings coming out
mute, theres just no middle with me its either up or down, sh-t
i’m tired of hopping obstacles
babies crying and moaning recording is just not possible, uh
boarding a plane first-cl-ss seems far more optimal, uh
get out the city for once and go somewhere tropical, uh
i’m finna fly but i’m caught up in the web of time
lying down in bed i wonder why i ain’t got better rhymes
why i gotta tell my girl a lie for when my card declines
why i get no reply asking god to send a single sign
looking down upon me like “genuardi, whats good?”
“why you ain’t get your paper i really thought that you would,”
but yo, you never told me sh-t would ever be like this
i ain’t tripping about the money i just feel like sh-t
sh-t ain’t the same neither am i it’s f-cking sad but true
striving for perfection m-s-ch-stic when i’m in the booth
i ain’t got a choice it’s just something that i gotta do
and frankly it don’t matter since i really ain’t got sh-t to lose
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