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nariz - mean lyrics

put this up your nose and snort it
every verse that i’ve recorded
quit playing sh-t, i’m too legit to forfeit
i’m too mean. ooh. you can’t ignore it
being seent turnt up after hours
party horde on the scene. hit em with my rapper powers. uh
clean. ain’t hammered homie
i’m too mean. ooh, it’s so obscene cuz
in the meantime, y’all was sleeping on the king
dreaming and scheming for mines. by any means
meanwhile, the trials in-between were extremely profiled
until i switch up the styles on y’all wild
boy i’m mean. literally. lyrically breaking your spline
when i’m getting down, you gonna bounce like trampoline
seriously, gimme any instrument with some strings
i be jamming bro. oh, you didn’t know that i can sing?
my sk!ll is ill. chillin and k!llin with ease
couldn’t beat me so they treat me like a disease
sticking their vaccinations. too sick for medication
doctor got no patience, meaning i ain’t waiting b-tch
i took on every addiction and conviction
some of y’all don’t believe it, but i’m speaking non fiction
had a gun drawn. barrel to my head in momma hallway.
back in the days when we used to live off broadway
i ain’t scared no more. yeah, that’s what they all say
cuz yo, compared to before, i’ve come a long way
aware that my surroundings are unsteady
yeah, the time is now or never. f-ck it. man, just pull the trigger

you ain’t ready. nah. you ain’t ever gonna be ready

told y’all. i warned y’all, but i cannot inform y’all that formal. it ain’t normal for me
homie, you gon’ learn today how we roll
illuminating out the shadows. putting on a show. now, here we go

yo. anytime i step inside the ring
31 republic. yeah, that be my team
put on for my peoples. city of sg
look me in my eyes. you see them b-tches green
dime and nickel of ambitious rhyming riddles
dope low key. vicious in the middle
off top, stay committed to the craft
i am music. got that tatted on my back. here we go

money never sleeps so i stay awake. yo
and time keeps moving. it don’t take no breaks. no
it ain’t surprising how i utilize it
implement the lessons learnt as my guidance. here we go

approach the stage. confident in my product.
knowing well what it’s worth out of pocket
used to settle with the first initial offers
now i give a number. profit or i’m walking. here we go

a modern day prophet rocking poetic rhythms on projects, but honest, this got to be official
much love for my people out here. even the ones you don’t really f-ck with, but somewhat keep it civil
don’t see no red octagon. hit the gas. boy, i’m gone
no accidents. p-ssion lives in every song
a long time coming for this 31 republican
running thereupon, marathons
yeah i’m hustling like nipsey. love me before you miss me
ugly, but living pretty lovely, so if you if diss me
ain’t nothing. not a sissy. ain’t budging
i’m just picky bout battles. can’t choose too quickly.
end up penned up, or six feet deep
it’s risky so i stay busy subbing out the alcohol
dawg ain’t been tipsy. feels like forever since the last time that i’ve had 151 in my system
f-ck traditional rum. we getting some, doing thangs differently
mucho hit the drum kit with the drum stick. get some b-tch
ooh. trying disrespect 31 b-tch. you will not find it fun getting none
b-tch move, unless you finna suck my d-ck
mean, under certain circ-mstances with this sh-t
go and do your dance. do your dance. do your dance quick.
i do my dance, then advance to the moshpit. lit.
sh-t. and f-ck around a lil bit
as i proceed to get it cracking like a whip
thirty something, debuting
i don’t trip on the youngens getting love and the praise
but nowadays, all of y’all be dissing each other for recognition
yeah, i hear it, but it’s silly if i ever listen
focused on bigger ambitions as a musician
closest to god, composing these compositions. shiid
this here’s been many years in the making
not some overnight sensation
got more drive than any vehicle
took time giving you something meaningful
few mixtapes carrying the theme
like the weight that i carry in my genes
i don’t care about the money, the streams, or the f-cking machine
baby, i’m mean.

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