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spity (canada) - fight strap lyrics

[intro]
agh, agh, uh

[verse 1]
i wake up, and guess what, bout a hundred missed calls man that’s messed up
but it’s cool it means the trap house boomin week day no time for a fresh cut
guess who next up? they pointin’ over here,(yup) we workin’ over here, and rarely rest up
f-ck what you bench bruh, i push a brick as a plate, and then start movin the weight so i dont get stuck (oh)
right winger with a fight strap, thats right, they hit us we hit right back
a hater talkin’ all that sh-t thats when i might snap, and still put the puck in the net through a tight gap, i know that you like that (what?)
this is canada i’ll take you for a ice cap, (b-tch) put a lil’ rum in it so i might tap (yes)
music like the drugs got em comin’ right back they dont even like rap (uh)

[chorus]
2 keys, 3 hoes, 4 plugs 5 grams in a dime bag
6 hits, 7 cuts where the 8 ball? in the ninth tryna’ get it out of my hand, i’ll be goddammed
out here doin’ everything that i can
main event got the whole city watchin’
but im back stage like what you coppin’, what you coppin’ (huh?)

x2 (chopped)

[verse 2]
(uh) you ain’t ready for this god flow, (what?) started from the bottom but the view is from the top tho
tired of runnin’ from the 5-0, with the milage that i do from montreal to toronto, i get it pr-nto
ain’t got no time let the clock go, (do it) im on my grind and the block know
flashbacks of my life like a slideshow, tell em drive slow
(what? yup) you know me, they make me laugh when they ask me if i smoke weed
but i don’t really hit the blunts rather ocb’s, it helps me cope with the stress when im over seas (ahhh)
still waitin’ on a ticket, (right) dont you worry bout a thing boy i get it (what)
you can achieve but you must be committed, you can talk about it but your -ss gotta live it

[chorus] (chopped)
2 keys, 3 hoes, 4 plugs 5 grams in a dime bag
6 hits, 7 cuts where the 8 ball? in the ninth tryna’ get it out of my hand, i’ll be goddammed
out here doin’ everything that i can
main event got the whole city watchin’
but im back stage like what you coppin’, what you coppin’

[verse 3]
(uh) another verse another master piece, rap game lookin’ weak they should p-ss the keys
so i could bring the sh-t back where it has to be, cuz nowadays stevie wonder sh-t is sad to see
actually, all they do is brag for free, practically you nuttin’ if you dont have the beat
you wack to me sit down b-tch have a seat and listen up when a master speak
(?) money and the power, thats right, thats right, all day, all night get it, get it from a dungeon to a tower (whoa)
young boy in the hood makin’ noise in the hood and the b-tches out here love it when its louder
jumpin’ out the gym, jumpin’ out the shower (what?)
you take a brick and watch it crumble down to powder (ok)
flip this, work that, take your minutes and your seconds muthuf-cka im the man of the hour

x2 (chopped)

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