- Phonte The Good Fight 歌詞
- Phonte
- When you wake up this morining,
I want you to go to the mirror, and
I want you to look at yourself in the eyes and say 'Fuck you!, Fuck your hopes, Fuck your dreams, Fuck all the good you thought this life was gon bring you'
Now lets got out there and make this bitch happy
New Tigallo,
New Tigallo,
New Tigallo,
New Tigallo
Up early with the sun, and the stars, 6
A.M. ring the alarm
Weather man say 'its 90 today but it gon feel like 100 tomorrowSo throw some fresh water under the arms'
Bullshit soon as
I come in the job
Boss hit me with the news like a box-cutter under the jaw
Said 'they just had a meeting and about 3 hundredOf yall gettin fired cuz we been defunded'
Cant say
I didnt even see it coming
I always knew that one day, theyd find a way to throw me to the wolves
And once they, came into my room on that
Friday afternoon
I was thinkin'why you faggot ass niqqas couldnt find me on Monday'
I know its not sane, but yo
Im just sayin
Everybody prays for the day they see the light
But the light at the end of the tunnel is a train5 dollar gas, and poverty rates, are rising much higher than your hourly rates
So if you thinkin bout quittin you should probably wait
Cuz everybody gotta do a fuckin job that they hate'Go and live out your dreams' thats what they tellin
Fam in my ear all day and they yellin'Keep it real Te', and dont ever sellout
But how thefuck you sell out when aint nobody sellin?
Tired of playin with yall,
I wanna fight the good fight
But it aint payin me dawg
N.C., (Make ya money)
VA , (Make ya money)
To my man still hustlin hard, tryin to get it at whatever the cost
Wherever you at or whoever you are, thats me (Make ya money)
All day (Make ya money)
Its like chasin a high, you just wanna get a hit
Just wanna get a taste, just wanna benefit
Everyday we wake up theres the legitimate
Struggle between doin whats right, and just doin some niqqa shit
Baby bro wrote me say he feel he lost me
Im like dude
Im tryin back the fuck up off me
My single friends say 'Te ya familys beautiful'
Im like if only yall niqqas knew what it cost me
This shit dont come with no blueprints
And with every change it seems more like a game you could never win
I tell my peoples
I aint rich but this harvest is the farthest a broke niqqa ever been'Go for ya dreams' thats what they tellin
Fam in my ear all day and they yellin'Keep it real Te', and dont ever sellout
But what the fuck is sellin out if aint nobody sellin?
Tired of playin with yall,
I wanna fight the good fight
But it aint payin me dawg
N.C., (Make ya money)
VA, (Make ya money)
To my man still hustlin hard, tryin to get it at whatever the cost
Wherever you at or whoever you are, thats me (Make ya money)
All day (Make ya money)
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