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youngs ditch - poverty lyrics

[shodi]
one comes twos, three more i wrap around
the mic cord then we spit alluring when we rap around
a circle in an enclosed space
thinkin’ of living in the rest of my days
while getting hella paid
never erase a single of my dreamscapes
sinkin’ in the ship, wait, done with this shit
page kept as a kid, didn’t know how to live
and i’m nervous, what could i’ve done to deserve this?
trapped in a closure of debt and foreclosure
but you still throw it up, rob the key, it’s not enough to keep me celled now, i’ll never sell out
artists who are starvin’ will consider eatin’ pens now
fated to a line where they never see success
impatient as i am with a symbol on the chest
that’s who i write for, when shodi’s at his best
on the pen and paper, roll a 6 when he says

[youngs ditch]
i’ve only got a dollar to my name
monopoly money
no sugar daddies giving me the time of day
anime honey
my story is a joke you’ve heard about a thousand times
no longer funny
i wanna go somewhere where i will never hear the rain
alaska’s sunny
this poverty has got me sittin’ with a new perspective
waitin’ for employment checks with no time to be fun or reckless
if i had a dime for every time i checked the cl-ssified
i’d buy a restaurant, eat every day and leave no room for seconds
the earthly value that i have won’t translate into cash
no job doing simple trash, couldn’t make the manager there laugh
i wonder if the world didn’t have to be this way
a rogue or lonesome wanderer; blackbeard, ’til my beard is gray
i ask myself to think about what would the legends say or do
when i remember gandhi himself was starvin’ too
if i can’t pull a check working retail ’til i wanna scream
it’s time to drop a track and join the scene; figure out my dream

[husbando newport]
bread, ramen and rice
tears, famine and dice
one day we’ll be rich
but it’s not your common heist
fender’s just a little bent
volvo’s got a little dent
got a thousand different subs
now i gotta pay the rent
couch and clothes out on the pavement
just a break is what i’m cravin’
you’d cry if you saw my savings
studio’s my only haven
i want the good shit
i want a guitar
i was to rip licks
limos and cigars
i want to make art
i want to create
so i’mma spit bars
before it’s too late
come watch the sunrise
rising star report!
starting the franchise:
husbando newport
this is my last bet
dollar to my name
going into debt
that’s the price of fame

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