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mustie - unheard lyrics

i hope h+ll’s warm
‘cos that’s where i’m going
f+ck sports, man
shapes the only thing i be throwing
b+tches acting educated
yeah they act like they knowing
you better watch out
my ego is growing

used to care
now i don’t give a f+ck
died my hair, made a brand, made a look
you want spice on it?
i’m the cook
laugh to myself, all these chickens do is cluck

cluck, cluck, i’mma motherf+cking pluck your feathers
and my beats hit hard, fists land, like mayweather’s
your face looking faker than that leg of heather’s
you ain’t real leather, yeah you pleather, you’re welcome, my pleasure
if you see me in the streets you’ll meet the curb
eat from the gutter, b+tch, that’s what you deserve
rolling in your grave while i roll up some herb
i’m head chef, you a sous, you got nerve

it’s a comeback, i don’t turn back
fast forward to the future ‘cos i learned that
given time, i’d make my own rhyme
pour it up, throw it back with some lime
i’m doing time for the crime of lying to myself
sick of crying every time, now i’m trying to move forward
this ain’t the story it’s a foreword
sum it all up in four words:
“my sound is unheard”

- mustie lyrics

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