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groundworks - faith lyrics

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[intro: potter payper]
uh (gwappa baby)

[verse 1: potter payper]
i was, stickin’ up pitches with a same gem
all them years behind the door, you got a fair stem
can jobs and bent up, she can’t erase them
dad turned some lost boys into made men
and when them m boys coming, don’t say when
you tied to hit the deck and just played dead
‘cah my brothers take lives, and it’s “take bread”
if i ain’t got this on me, i feel naked
and nowadays, there’s so much hatred
i should know i hated you, before i made it
i was that little white boy with a bust+down chain
it means you can never catch me with a bust+down stainless
it’s not a real beef if you haven’t touched your paigons
they be cryin’ when you’re dead, for the clout you’re chasin’
i said it’s not a real beef if you ain’t touched your paigons
they be cryin’ when you’re dead, for the clout you’re chasin’

[chorus: m huncho]
yeah, for the clout, they are chasin’
i just make another hundred bags, banks in the bas+m+nt, ah
things get a lot to take in, the journey has been mad, through the worse
i just had to put some faith in myself, faith in myself, yeah
and i had to put some faith in myself, faith in myself
[verse 2: potter payper]
they k!llin’ in my city for the sake of it
i heard my dog’s a rat, and i just don’t know what to make of it
where i’m from, when you’re winnin’, they just hate a bit
and you don’t know him till you catch a case with him
slow and steady wins the race, let’s just sticking up the place
blend in and out the window, give a f+ck about the jakes
and the sh+tty little trap, and the cars to the state
my bag are chops +rs+ after +rs+ on his play
had your b+tch in reverse, just bars in the way
my bro kicked off the door, so a mad in a yay
probably why he just tripped like a fan into day
i said probably why he just tripped like a fan into day
better pray me when you see me
sweets ain’t cheap, but i give a kid a freebie
i got white girl, phoebe
and it get shaken and stirred, martini
peer, huncholini

[chorus: m huncho]
yeah, for the clout, they are chasin’
i just make another hundred bags, banks in the bas+m+nt, ah
things get a lot to take in, the journey has been mad, through the worse
i just had to put some faith in myself, faith in myself, yeah
and i had to put some faith in myself, faith in myself



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