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sam r i - filthy lyrics

[verse 1]

welcome to this paradox where life & death by barrel c+ck
these shortys have ya merrow topped while duckin from them sheriff shots
bums l!ckin plastic bags in search for any dab of yak
they k!ll you where they gamble at, then leave ya cousins handicap’d

broken persons, haunted thoughts, and them open he+rs+s
soaked in burbon, crushed pills no bibles only spoken verses
starter caps to product bagged in them prada bags
cop get clapped, you might’ve won that battle, but they haha last

devil smoke wet cigarettes wit angel dust
whatever happens next, results turnin ya brain to mush
homie got a checkered past, he get no second half
them streets backwards, silencers got the tech attached

past fear storing quarters like a cashier
they blast here and test drugs, lab rats here
coast with commuters on sicilian cake routes
then end the day rich at some brazilian steakhouse, i’m on

[chorus]

i’m on the grind, let my paper stack but i’m filthy
i’m on the grind, let my paper stack but i’m filthy
i’m on the grind, let my paper stack but i’m filthy
i’m on the grind, let my paper stack but i’m filthy
i’m on the grind, let my paper stack but i’m filthy
i’m on the grind, let my paper stack but i’m filthy
i’m on the grind, let my paper stack but i’m filthy
i’m on the grind, let my paper stack but i’m filthy
[verse 2]

walk in the district thick smoke where no officer visit
i’m palmin a biscuit, eyes crusty, one arm in the trenches
sad times rappers softer than charmin & crispix
i pray for homie in the court cause he not with the witness

see i was raised no key, where that lock? ima pick it
i’m passin the alley where they pitch black, chronicle ridd+ck
op with a grimace tryna plot up some shots in my fitted
no kernels in the bag? he still pop in a minute

married the art, left the streets and then buried our hearts
you tend to pick up bad habits when carryin scars
stack skrilla sh+t, every badge villainous
the packs militant, i feel like every gats ill+equipped

it’s how you hustle, my mouth m+ffled like hounds in muzzles
find out the puzzle apply it and get thousand in duffles
surrounded with rubble, like pigs sniff round for the truffle
i went rounds in the scuffle, i ain’t around to be humble

[chorus]

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