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skeamo - chose itself lyrics

[intro: skeamo]
let’s take it back
gutta trash on the beat

[verse 1: skeamo]
let’s take it back to when life was f-cked
mum was on the drugs no one gave a f-ck
dad was: nah he never cared
stressing every night out the window and stare like
have you ever seen a grown man cry, man i wasn’t even grown i was 15 at the time
with the weight of the world on my shoulders, four younger siblings with me the f-ckin’ oldest
no one told us or have us the game plan, so i guess it was like you officially in game man
not talking soccer league or rugby, i’m talking breaks, stick-ups, ram raids, trust me
if there were other ways for me to get a meal, if i didn’t have to steal, f-cken’ oath i woulda’ taken it and that’s just been real
everyday, imma’ play the cards i’m delt
you think i chose this life?
nah nah it chose itself

[hook: skeamo]
they say never judge a book by its cover
we aim for the stars even though we from the gutta’
everyday, imma’ play the cards i’m delt
you think i chose this life?
nah nah it chose itself
this is for the kids livin’ in the housos’
going threw ups and downs that’s just how life goes
everyday, imma’ play the cards i’m delt
you think i chose this life?
nah nah it chose itself

[verse 2: nter]
now, close your eyes and think for a second (what)
for the loved ones were slowly forgetting
pushing on threw the struggles, i’ve been threw the troubles (yeah)
i know what its like when you think no one loves you
you turn your back, go cold, shut away from the world listen to the story been told and you can make it out
i spit that real sh-t, coming with that street flow
my sh-ts been pumped in every single sydney houso’!
there my fans man i rap for them kids yea, the ones doing stick ups or just just selling some sticks
no matter what it is, hustle-hard, adeliade get your money up, we come from the gutta’ so we hustle-hard and pump up
no need for fake sh-t, real c-nts they relate
shout out to boys doing time behind the prison gate
i pray i make it out, family proud, money now, nter one, living life
and that’s just how i want it now

[hook: skeamo]

[outro: skeamo]
this life chose itself; it is what it is we do what we do
skeamo, nter, gutta rap king, sydney’s city
you know what the f-ck we are doing

- skeamo lyrics

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