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rose p kay - open mic lyrics

uhh
microphone check
1 0 2 rosie
uhh
somedays, i wanna get tatted on my face
but thinking ’bout my grandma turning in the grave yelling out my name
“rose, i will send you out my place.”
yeah…
the benefits of getting raised by a christian, you’ll feel like you living faked
but getting older made me realize the
“breaking every chain”
a glad man i am today
the gang banging and the bleed that’s not what grandma raised
tired of preaching my bros
“you can take a boy out the hood, but can not take a hood out the homie”
wakе up the morning while i’m yawning
feeling so godly
un+institutionalized, but i am a wanna bе
from the voluminous city, where we reach a destiny
jotting real sh+t, making a real pedigree
my roots are different breeds
it’s an african carribean
i’m seen of a comedian
had a friend who was canadian
by life, he turned into a vegan maniac
can’t take the pain no more, it’s f+cking all my almanac
let’s take a step back
my lady short tempted
i watch my grandma plotting newspapers
it’s all about these souvenir breaker
talking the facts about who’s greater
my life was written in two different fonts
something like a liber and varcon
meet me in the top floor
with my bros sipping on that top scotch
got a reply from alexander, talking about this other jam
the homie motivates the ghetto where he grew up from
take a pause, i got a different bone
need a clown, can’t take the pain no more
life’s a challenge, so for balance had to right some wrongs
i’m visionary, but i still show some mercy
back settle rat, we got crabs in a barrel
back settle rat, we got crabs in a barrel

- rose p kay lyrics

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