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hackey og - gave up my 20s lyrics

[intro: claressa shields, hackey og & ghost]
don’t ever disrespect me
i’m a three+time division world champion
two+time olympic gold medalist
in boxing
i will never fight another boxing match
for that much money
because i’m worth so much more
i’m a million dollar fighter, i’m a real boxer
i would never fight on the undercard of someone
who does not posses the sk!lls or the accomplishments that i have

[bridge: ghost & hackey og]
when will i learn
i set flame to the bridges i burned
hope this summer time it’s my turn
hope this summer time it’s my turn
summer time when the living’s easy [?]
life hard, sweating, running from police (doin’, time, doin’ time, doin’ time)
doin’ time, boys in the yard, no kelis (doin’ time, doin’ time, doin’ time)
mask off, mask on (pop up), trunk or treat

[chorus: ghost & hackey og]
it’s been so hard
baby that’s the reason i had no heart
amen, please believe me, sh+t’s been so dark
maybe that’s the reason i go so hard (baby, i’ve been losing my mind)
believe me, baby, that’s the reason it’s been so hard (whoa, whoa, whoa)
baby that’s the reason i had no heart
amen, please believe me, sh+t’s been so dark (whoa, whoa, whoa)
maybe that’s the reason i go so hard (maybe that’s the reason i’m down)
believe me, baby, that’s the reason i go so hard (whoa, whoa, whoa)
grew up, screwed up, slurring words
smoking while we riding, vibing, hugging curbs (whoa, whoa, whoa)
grew up, screwed up, slurring words
smoking while we, uh, uh (now it’s my turn)
[verse: hackey og]
still making my own beats
that’s why i pay less
still giving out free feats
i work at payless
actions speak louder than words
that’s why i say less
do more, then do some f+cking more
before you think rest
all i do is grind
spend time on logic and flexicute
rap rundown, abandoned
and i’m just trying to restitute
one thing about me
is that i always show like a bathing suit
no substitute for me
that one teacher that never got the flu (yeah, it’s my turn)
top five out of michigan
day ones wanna switch again
starving for some listeners
i just want my music heard
every single dollar earned
go right back into making more
brought up poor, i can make two ends meet
like a jumper cord (whoa, whoa, whoa) (now it’s my turn)
wizard with the words
it’s like i was mentored by a dumbledore
supper cold
saving all my appetites for studios
bougie hoes
really wanna love me like i’m coolio
but i’m about my craft like i’m
trying to buy new england (whoa, whoa, whoa) (yeah, it’s my turn)
i’ve been cooling like a penguin
trying to make myself distinguished
thought ‘bout dropping singles
but n0body ever tend to hear ‘em
think they ears gone
now my fear gone
i don’t pay for no promoters
‘cause my sh+t dope
i don’t need one
i don’t pay to play my music (whoa, whoa, whoa)
think i’m stupid, this my living
i gave up my f+cking twenties, prisoned
ripping up these writtens
under few conditions
cut a lot out, broke tradition
in addition
i ain’t end up getting signed like a petition
i’ve been itching (whoa, whoa, whoa)
i just threw some cortizone in with my linens
need to glimmer
swear i swapped out every single light switch
with a dimmer, slimmer pickings
every time the candles blown
i made my wishes
prolly gon’ play pretend, i ain’t got no friends no more
no david schwimmer (whoa, whoa, whoa)
not a swimmer
i just did a couple laps in the flint river
came out sicker (i just)
every time i took an l
i made a win out
got my chin up (i just)
people tune in ‘cause i’m new but b+tch i’ve been out
paint a picture (i just)
put some lacquer on that b+tch, watch it thin out (whoa, whoa, whoa)
always thought i’d be the hottest out my city
i can’t chill out
everything i drop is dirty
probably why my p.o. p+ssed off
every time i pass an assh0l+ from my class
i let my grin out
knowing that the tables turn
and everyone get what they give out (whoa, whoa, whoa)
double homicide this morning
three doors down, it’s lit tonight
my kryptonite ain’t leaving home
by any means, i gotta get out
on god, i’ll loot, i’ll jack
i’ll shoot the gat until the wrist pop
check the wrist watch, i got time today, yeah
they won’t survive today (whoa, whoa, whoa)
you want me k!ll your f+cking song too
dm, just inquire today
hottest up and coming artist
within flint or out of state
tucked into my hideaway
get high ’til my mind miles away
i’m wide awake, there’s brighter days ahead
i’m bound to find a way (whoa, whoa, whoa)
time for my pockets to profit
i’ve been too united way
gotta get out of my own way
i’ve been in my head today
i’m sick of dwelling, filled with hate
remorse, regret, i’m tired today
someone talk to me, i need an ear
my time to ventilate (whoa, whoa, whoa)

- hackey og lyrics

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