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l.i.f.e. long & bunty beats - climbing up lyrics

l.i.f.e. long & bunty beats ft. king ra and paro – “climbing up”
[emcee(s): l.i.f.e. long and paro]
[producer(s): bunty beats]
[hook: king ra]

[hook: king ra]
living life stuck. the system got us f-cked (d-mn)
sh-t out of luck. hustle to survive for
pounds and bucks (yeah), struggling on crumbling
ground, climbing up (we’re here)

[verse 1: l.i.f.e. long]
we’re at a
standstill against oppresors’ upper-hand will
they’re ones standing behind unlawful laws and bills, wolves
posing as sheep, selling lies to feeble
blind-minded feed people deaf, dumb to the evil. rich
vs. poor. economics got the public [?]
wherever you are, the truth ain’t that far
it’s all about the stash adding up inside money jars
i draw your eyes and leave ‘em open wide, intend to give
vision on what’s going on worldwide. the time’s
ticking like never before. revolving door how
one thing leaves, yet returns for more
until problems standing deep in the corridor, stuck
trying to escape this hallway-type maze, thinking
‘bout the last time i’ve seen better days. memories
gliding out from clouds of haze. through the darkest
days, steady climbing up towards the sunrays

[hook: king ra]
living life stuck. the system got us f-cked (d-mn)
sh-t out of luck. hustle to survive for
pounds and bucks (yeah), struggling on crumbling
ground, climbing up (we’re here)
living life stuck. the system got us f-cked (d-mn)
sh-t out of luck. hustle to survive for
pounds and bucks (yeah), struggling on crumbling
ground, climbing up

[verse 2: paro]
yo, yo, i’m getting bored of
collecting crumbs. money’s spent—no extra funds
dyslexic b-m drop my sh-t like metric tons
i’m s-x with nuns on connected drums, but left
with negative sums ‘cause my flex is dumb. i’ve got a
blood vision, but i’m still aiming ahead. we’ve been
swimming upstream since our race to the egg. i’ve been
beaten up, stolen off, and maced by the feds just for
chasing the bread to pay for a place with a bed, so
naturally, i’m a bit bitter. my rocker’s not a
bit thicker, something to p-ss sipping some sh-t liquor
while politicians with six figures get rich quicker
and dip fingers into our wages like we’re big tippers
nitpicking, your talk spills. that shot’s filled
with stats. still, the fact is that these cops steal
a lot more than the gr-ss still when cash spills
over into all of their back pockets, and that’s real

[hook: king ra] (x2)
living life stuck. the system got us f-cked (d-mn)
sh-t out of luck. hustle to survive for
pounds and bucks (yeah), struggling on crumbling
ground, climbing up (we’re here)

[verse 3: l.i.f.e. long]
caught in between a rock
and a hard place, abandoning barrens of wastelands
lost in sp-ce, moving slow in this paperchase
rat race. it’s all about hustling at a fast
pace. no time sleep—we’re all-nighters, hitting streets
running to catch up, but bills got to speak. struggle
hustle just to make ends meet. rent due. trying to
get through the week. check-to-check living extorted by the
system. eight hours put in, but less money given. that’s
the cost of earning. work an honest living, walking
on shady paths, avoiding roads to prison. unem-
-ployed helpless, without a pot to p-ss in. quick
cash traps for the less fortunate victims. drug
transactions gone down in front the building. hustling
surviving by any means to feed children why
most do dirt—one of the main reasons—struggling
in extreme situations, climbing up to keep breathing

[hook: king ra] (x2)
living life stuck. the system got us f-cked (d-mn)
sh-t out of luck. hustle to survive for
pounds and bucks (yeah), struggling on crumbling
ground, climbing up (we’re here)

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