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j harded - statement lyrics

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[intro]
let me talk to ’em wade
i want you to listen to every bar on this
scouse takeover

[verse]
i come from poverty
so when i’m on a beat
guarantee i’m hungry
i’m gonna wanna eat
i treat the pen ink like tattoo
so what i write i put it on my sleeve

that means i rap it honestly
speaking that whole heartedly
so listen consciously

and if you’re not f+cking with it
why you bopping g?
and if you’re still f+cking with it
you better nod with me

old school boom bap
i’m bout to teach the new school
show you to rap

brudda i’m eighteen
looking to chase dreams
although it may seem
like i’m egotistical, i’m not

but the talеnt is dripping out my skin
potential is endless, rip nеw rap to bits
look at

ain’t no comparison or
opening doors, rodeo, flawless, detour
can you keep up?
i’ve been writing a year
dropped six songs
if we compare
your sh+t gets p+ssed on
my first song
was better than your latest
the new kid
i’m hungry they tasteless

imagine this
a kid picks up a pen for one year sounds like it’s been more than ten
imagine this
the kids got nun to spend
raps in a bedroom mixing up with friends

i got a note and pad
started writing my thoughts
i’m supposed to be bad
seen nothing like this before
no one knows me it’s mad
i’m like a f+cking underdog stood over these cats

i stepped up to the mic
no practice at all
but i’m wanting to try
i’ve got my back to the wall
but i’m up for a fight
in class i don’t talk
i put my hood up and write

at my beginning i’m better than your finish
i’ve got no money to get better equipment
the mixing is missing but i’m bringing persistence
but with lyrics, i still come with it
i write it in a bedroom
and spit it out a bedroom
i’m still the best in it
i’m gifted the energy’s different

i been doing a+levels still eight levels above them
straight a’s while i make plays, no clubbing
pumping up in the gym, revising, get good grades and i’m rapping there’s nothing to stop me

i put the work in ethic
i put the urge to effort
put the thirst in desert
i put the burn in heaven
turn the worst to better
i put the earning to getting

these man frown upon an education
like it’s cool to be a brain dead and wasted
us man wanna go to better places
while you smoke weed your brain cells decaying

used to be bound by social constructs
i left high school now i don’t give one f+ck
and now they want to judge me?
i still don’t give one f+ck

[outro]
let me get this straight lad
i’m a college student
just started rapping
and im spitting better than ninety percent of hip hop
writing and recording in a bedroom
sh+t mic and quality, no doe
but im rapping better than everyone
the boy wade produces and mixes it himself
and we just starting lad and this is the level

- j harded lyrics

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