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vulture - arctic lynux lyrics

[intro: arctic lynux]

yeah, yeah
it ain’t my fault, no
(arctic lynux got them bangers!)

[hook]
it ain’t my fault i’m in love with the culture (ain’t my fault)
it ain’t my fault that they label me a vulture (for the birds)
it’s getting harder to keep my composure (yeah, yeah,)
with all this weight on my back like a boulder (yeah, yeah)
my momma said “you can do what you wanna do (mama!)
ignore the haters ’cause they’ll always be stunting you (they will)
it ain’t no room in the game for another dude (no room)
don’t act surprised when everybody makes fun of you” (ha-ha)

[verse 1]
i was raised inside away from the street (away, yeah)
so i never learned what it was like to meet
untimely feats, that everybody keeps
on bragging ’bout when they get on a beat
a good kid, i stayed out of trouble
protected by a parental bubble
but i grew up, and it was far from subtle
when they announced to me they had to go and hustle
but i had to find a way out, (way out)
a hobby that wouldn’t get played out
grabbed a pen and a pad and i laid out (ooh)
a verse about how i’d be paid now
but as a lyricist, i had no future (no future)
took me hours to write one verse, no sooner (yeah)
couldn’t spit my bars, but i could use computers
so i settled and just became (a) producer
see, fruity loops was my lucky charm
cause rapping wasn’t raisin’ alarms
to these emcees with a cash farm
i could never win like a claw arm
but nowadays, i know better
i just had to learn how to flow better
i had to learn to break the mold better
cause i ain’t wanna be another dope peddler
i scribbled away at the pages
it felt like i was writing for ages
i had exhausted all of my patience
everything that i would write, i would hate
i thought “there’s no way i can make it
n-body’s ever gonna play this”
my soul, i was willing to trade
but i kept grinding, i’m willing to wait (willing to wait)

[verse 2]
took a lot of hate to get where i’m at
cause they angry i ain’t held a strap
i’m lucky that i still get some dap
’cause i can’t be found inside a trap
waking up to them gunshots
ain’t no birds chirpin’ on my block
i can’t go to the store past five-o-clock
unless i wanna meet the end of a glock
school was h-ll, i had no friends
i wanted to drop out in tenth
making moves to see where it went
my rep, it was making a dent
a choir kid with a knack for rap
a star student that would rather nap
a loner with no place on the map
a poet without a backing track
i’d go up to kids in the lunchroom
“who in the h-ll is this b-m dude?!”
i would play my beats
“ay, this was you? that go hard”
thanks a bunch, dude
sittin’ in cl-ss, as a force of habit
i was making beats on a stolen tablet
puttin’ work every day in the lab
surprised i didn’t drive myself mad
hung up on how to help my momma
finished up, and i got my diploma
workin’ at the library all summer
had to halt my craft, it was such a b-mmer
missin’ out on important things
’cause i’m too worried about chasin’ a dream
priorities unbalanced on the beam
success was sewn into the seams

[outro]
“don’t act surprised…” (yeah, yeah)
“don’t act surprised when everybody makes fun of you”

(arctic lynux got them bangers)

- arctic lynux lyrics

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