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kerser - fresh air lyrics

[verse]
how we f-ckin’ got here yeah they see it as a miracle
they tried to stop the movement
but my hands stayed on the steering wheel
i’m too strong and the message that my raps send
can stop your mate from suicide
and hold your world from collapsing
good mates can turn against you on the f-ckin’ streets
especially once you get shined for rhymin’ over f-ckin’ beats
most the scene are just fake, others are a bunch of geeks
controlled by what their told to do
on strings like they some puppets, sh-t
then you come to me, you found a breath of fresh air
in a fresh pair, bunch of haters tryna get square
they can get got, probably gonna get shot
if they make it personal and say they gonna get scott
got stabbed for acting hard over a bud size
from then in life i realized there’s no point in being up-tight
we was young then, think we just hit p-b-rty
if you think i’m dumb you blaming me i blame the truancy
so what’s a true emcee? talkin’ bout the rainbows
how they writing really dope they softer then some play dough
that’s why i watch you rap, to my crew it’s a laughing stock
you think this sh-t is fake i f-ckin’ beg your pardon gronk
what happened to the love? guess is slowly changed to hate
while i made it out the rut, now it’s time to grab my mates
will we live to see a better day? i suppose you never know
my worst mistake was lettin’ people know that i be getting dough
i just had to brag, ’cause i f-ckin’ proved them wrong
you feel the goose bumps risin’, you ain’t never heard a truer song
you want a piece of puddin’ but i spat in the cake
you see real when you look at me like the tats on my face
and then everyone’s sketchin’ over metal detectors
got em dacked, its my show so they let em in, get ya
back to the facts that we livin’ it raw
middle fingers to the haters this beginnin’ of more
more raps, more shows, more tracks, more dough
more cash, more flows, more hash, more smoke
i’m sticking to the music, you just me do my thing
if its win or loose, you f-cking had to knew i win
now i’m moving in to grounds they said i’d never touch
they ask me how to make it, i just say its effort bruz
there’s something real about me, separates me from the others
half our shows on stage i swear to god we spot the under-covers
i throw my finger up then i pump unwritten letter
kinda crazy every song that i be getting better
the new albums coming so so fat
picture that if this sh-t was just a promo track
it’s kers one

[outro]
yeah
me and nebs have that album locked
so you gotta wait for that sh-t
october twenty-fifth
that’s the new sh-t
that’s when sh-t gets rearranged and restructured again
yeah, we out

- kerser lyrics

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